Witch’s Library

You follow Gwen into the witches library. You are truly impressed by the detail that went into the room. Ancient satanic looking books line a variety of antique bookshelves. A giant caldron sits in the center. The witch looks like an aged crone, with green skin. Pus filled boils line her face.

She cackles. “Hello my pretties. What can I help you with?”

Gwen walks over to her and whispers something in her ear. The green skinned woman whispers back. They seem to come to some sort of an agreement.

You watch the with head to a small cauldron. She throws a variety of disturbing ingredients, some you don’t even recognize into it.

It begins to smoke.

She cackles and stirs. Gwen watches her intently. You feel like it’s boring, but you can’t quite bring yourself to look away. Finally, she ladles some into a small crystal vial and hands it to Gwen.

“Remember, my pretty, it will take a drop of your blood to activate.”

“Of course, and you’ll get your payment. Come Jack, we’re done here.”

You follow her out staring at her perfect ass.

“Gwen, what the hell was that about?”

She turns to you, her eyes changing into red reptilian slits. “None of your business, Jack.”

Her eyes disturb you. You wonder if what you saw in the dungeon was real. Demons don’t exist do they?