Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires.

Too many here are insecure in their faith and feel the slightest temptation will lead them astray, will open the door for the Devil. And mayhap they are right, at least for themselves.

“Abitha Williams, you have been charged with consorting with the Devil, consulting with a familiar spirit, affliction with black magic, and diabolical influence upon the innocent. The jury, on this date of October fourth, 1666, finds you guilty on all accounts.”

Abitha could see that these people believed, truly believed, that they were doing God’s work here this day. And there was something about these people that horrified Abitha even worse than those whose faces were lined with cruelty. As at least cruelty was a thing that could be pointed out, confronted. But this belief, this absolute conviction that this evil they were doing was good, was God’s work—how, she wondered, how could such a dark conviction ever be overcome?

“If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”

All the eyes, all the gods, they are all part of the same. Mother Earth, Christ, all the religious sects across the globe, the sun, the earth, the moon, the planets, the stars, man and beast, gods and devils, all of existence. All of it, one thing!