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JULIUS' POV

The old witch stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her gloves as her hands trembled. The shadows waved around her like puppies clinging to their master. After centuries of waiting for this day , the coven had always brought me discomfort, causing me to contemplate my whole existence. I was a cursed being, ethereal and ephemeral. All the deals were made by the council if I did not fulfill the oath. I was that desperate. I had to be desperate or there would be no drive for me. Being in this sort of position was something I never imagined to be. The coven wanted more than I had to offer. Like a leech they clung to my body and whispered in my ears even while I was yet in my grave. I had to succumb to their wish, the penalty for not being able to do so was one I didn't want to ever experience. The ordeal sight of it got me trembling, especially after seeing others who had failed to fulfill their oath. This is the reason I had to do what I had to do. And to do it with force.