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Trinkets. Mere trinkets. The display case of items on offer for the dark arts and blood magic did nothing more than belittle the craft that the most prominent component of her existence revolved around. A dull blade. A crows skull. Undoubtedly, the human behind the counter held onto the idea of a lucky rabbit’s foot or the eye of newt. Lifeless shards of crystal craven beneath her fingertips as she browses mindlessly. “it’s any wonder they make any money here.” Tourism and the naivety of humans however, had proven relentless over and over again. “This is just sea glass,” delicate fingertips scoop up the blue green, jagged rock - smooth edges gone; clearly damaged. “The only thing it’ll bring you is a mouthful of seawater.”

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“We won’t be able to hide from them for much longer.” Nor, in her mind, did she believe they should. Given she’d announced their location, invited them to their front door, that still didn’t give rise to the identities of her accomplices. A fickle detail. Alas, the brevity of human life itself undoubtedly increased their need for self preservation, their devotion one of the many threads that kept her here. The moonlight that shone brightly upon the terrace warmed her like sunlight; the depth of night itself enough to bring a near maniacal laugh to her lips. “They’ll try to infiltrate, pick us apart one by one,” a tactful approach that would only parallel all previous attempts to destroy the Asphodel for good; if only they were so attune to the Methodist act of devotion and the level of depravity the coven itself represented.  Still giddy with the meager city wide retribution that had come to pass some months prior, Pythia balanced precarious upon the tiptoes of her latest vessel, turning the page of the Necronomicon as the blood sacrifice of their newest took hold. The blessed wouldn’t be far behind. “They’ve gone far too quite far too quickly, don’t you think?” Enough to whet her appetite just barely.