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As you walk now, you can keep the center, behaving as inconspicuously as possible. You try to walk with pride, nose up and chest out, anything to make it seem like you belong. And as several witches pass you by without remark, you smirk to yourself. Only when one demon passes by who, thank the gods, leaves you alone, does your smugness momentarily fade. You'll have to be cautious around them, still.

As you resume your walk, you know what you're hearing as soon as your ears pick up the sound. A commanding voice, deep and sultry, spoken by someone who could get a room's attention just by clearing her throat. The Witchmother, the founder of this coven, and the head you've signed on to deliver.

You make your way to the sound slowly but steadily, until the cave opens up to a larger room. Here, the mother stands proudly, flanked on both sides by a demon, before two young witches seemingly seeking an audience.

The Mother was said to be beautiful in her natural life, and despite her age, magic has clearly only added to it. Her hair, long and curly, is clearly ready to gray, and yet remains a warm black. What you can see of her face, her beautiful ivory skin, has the very beginning signs of age, the slightest wrinkle to it, but maintains a pure, drunkening beauty. Her body matches this, every curve perfectly highlighted by the loose robe, but while the others pulled up their sleeves and opted not to don shoes, the mother was strapped with laced boots and gloves, only adding to the allure her hips gave off.

The two girls sang a familiar song- while they were nowhere near the mother's age, they were strikingly gorgeous, in their own very different ways.

The first girl bore a snarky pout, her nose furrowed in frustration. She was tall, with broader shoulders, and jet-black hair tied up into a bun, matching her robe perfectly. Her hands were balled up into fists, and she puffed up her chest, which was already a size too big to not protrude slightly against the robe.

The other had a much meeker expression, and held herself without confidence, looking back and forth between the demons with a frightened face. Her hair was blonde, flowing messily past her elbows, and her eyes resembled those of a doe, painting a very pure picture that stood out against her peers.

"I do not care who does it, so long as it gets done." The Mother spoke to the two girls, her voice deep and commanding, and unbelievably smooth despite the tone. "You girls wouldn't want to disappoint, would you?" She turned on her heel, not waiting for an answer, and left with the two massive demons obediently at her tail.

You begin to follow her, but as the two girls turn off, arguing amongst themselves, you figure it can't hurt to bide your time and gain some information. And so, you follow the sound of bickering.