All sentient life is connected. The appendages may be different, we may eat different things, and live in different universes, but at the end of the day, we’re all one big family.
It’s time to explore the branches of the multiversal family tree, and today, we present:
Wielders of the Violet
– Issue 2 – Words of Ruin
The Mire of Teal is overrun with members of the Death Witch Coven and the collective brought dark clouds that loomed over and dissuaded the regular inhabitants of the bog from dwelling there. The hippos and the mokele dinosaurs took the long way around after their dips in the oceans of Agbe’s Disc to reach their resting place on Age’s. Many of them worried for the Decay Witch, hoping that she hadn’t reverted to the evil that was emanating from the bog, but they all just hoped that it wasn’t permanent and the dark clouds would roll through.
Detritus stands on the porch looking out at the water logged land around Decay’s cabin, and the newly freed Death Witches in every imaginable form, their number approaching eighty-eight but they are missing at least a dozen of the original group that the Azizas intended to banish. Detritus had called them to the swamp and most came out of curiosity to see what was to become of the Coven in this present that had forgotten them. Many of them felt like Decay, that they were content to leave whatever life they had in the Fonlands before and find something else to occupy their time. But they were all bound by a powerful sisterhood that made them feel and care for one another; it was their power that was amplified when they were in close proximity, it is what made them Death Witches.
“I am happy to have freed you all from your captivity, and to welcome you back to real life,” Detritus says in a measured voice. “This Coven is a family and we will always be sisters of the violet, but I have been made aware that many of our pursuits in the past were dead ends. I have led you all to nothing so many times and I want you to know that you all have no obligation to me or this Coven. We don’t have to live together, though I hope we will make it a priority to come together every now and then. I am eager to encounter each and everyone of you in the future, snug in the lives you’ve chosen for yourselves that will enrich not only yourselves, but everyone around you. We are the Death Witches, we are an integral part of the Fonlands and it will be better with us. We will be good citizens of the Disc and we will forever serve the Mother-Father.”
The witches erupted in applause that took Detritus by surprise, but it warmed her cold heart to hear it.
“Before we go our separate ways, though, I must call on the entirety of the Coven to join with the forces assembled on the Disc of Sakpata, forces of the Fonlands and other realms. There is a war for the future raging and we must take part to ensure our tomorrow.”
“I have felt something interesting since our return,” the Havoc Witch says loudly to the crowd. “It is a growing thing, but bigger than the Fonlands!”
“I felt it too and I saw entire realms drained to dust!” the Catastrophe Witch added.
“With our help,” Detritus says, calming the clamor of the crowd, “the forces that the Vodun have assembled can end that threat before it ever touches the Fonlands. If it ever does, then it is likely that all will be lost.”
“It knows the Fonlands and it is gathering its strength for a massive attack,” the Ruin Witch says ominously in her husky voice. “There is less time than everyone thinks to be properly prepared to hold it off, and the potential for me is very high. But sadly, I can’t delight in it. It will be the last of Ruin, the last of everything. We must do what we can to help.”
There are excited murmurs among the Death Witch Coven and Detritus is a bit shaken by the words of Ruin.
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