Saturday Story 2023 – Week 30 (A Sign of Evil – Part 5)
Part five of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/86864601
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When Lila came to her senses again, she was no longer in the headquarters of the Congregatio Magica, but in an entirely different place, a luxurious mansion with crimson walls, golden curtains, and hundreds of different rooms, many of which seemed superfluous. Her wounds had been tended to, and her old clothes lay crumpled on a chair in front of her. She was now wearing a white mid-length dress and black varnished shoes, her hair magically altered to give off the impression of rebel curls. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make her look like a living doll about to tour her new place.
“Ouch,” she mumbled, a pang of pain running across her shoulder. Despite her treatments, there was still some bruising that would take some time to heal. The room she was in was big and comfortable, with the furniture being a mix of classic items and futuristic decor that shouldn’t work at all, but somehow did. A diamond chandelier above her head projected moving shadows across the carmine walls and there was a faint mist swirling at her feet and impregnating several of the objects she was looking at. A quick examination of the sofa to her right and its colorful seats made her realize that not everything in the division was really there. Several illusion layers had been placed on top of one another to create an inviting three-dimensional space for her to walk around, but what did that mean for the rest of the house itself? Lila continued to observe the slight discrepancies in reality around her and concluded that, no matter how fancy everything looked, it was still a prison. She still had her magic, but phasing and teleportation techniques had been disabled by the aura enveloping the mansion.
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