The kids all stood frightened, listening to Carl as he told them who Mara Anjonu was and what her purpose was in this situation. "When Madame Constance cursed Kristopher, she wanted to make sure that the curse could never be broken by anyone. She was so insulted by Kristopher's rejection that she wanted to punish him for all eternity. So she did a terrible thing, something that all practitioners of witchcraft know is forbidden; She summoned a demon from the underworld." "Mara Anjonu?" Samson asked "Yes Master Samson, Mara Anjonu, the faceless demon. She's one of the most loyal servants of Lucifer. Mara Anjonu was summoned by Madame Constance to be a protector of the curse, to stand in the way of anyone who attempts to break it, and to steal their faces." "Steal our faces? Is that what she did to Peace?" Nelly asked. "Yes, Master Nelly. Mara Anjonu is also known as The Stealer Of Faces. She comes to the land of the living and steals faces from men, women and children altogether. S

Darryl woke up on the floor of the basement, covered in sweat and claw marks on his shirt. He was breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon. He checked himself for bites or wounds but he had absolutely none yet his clothes were ripped and it seemed like it was by the claws of an animal; Cerberus.He looked around and saw Samson on the floor as well. He was in one piece and not dead. Darryl was so relieved.He noticed that Samson was still in a dreamlike state. He was shaking like he was having a nightmare that he could not wake up from.Darryl ran to him, limping as he did so and tried to pull him out of the illusion."Samson! Wake up, man." He said while shaking him.Samson wasn't responding. He was probably still battling with Cerberus in the illusion or maybe he was in a new one. But one thing was certain, he needed to wake up."Sam! Come on, snap out of it!" Darryl shouted again but Samson still stayed sleeping."Sam!" Darryl shouted again and punched him in the face and S

As our kids enter into the crypt that is sure to be filled with dark secrets and terrible magic, they go in blind and oblivious to what they may find But before I continue with their story, I would first like to tell you a short story of the day Madame Constance first came in contact with witchcraft and how it shaped her life to what it became later on. Constance was a young and innocent little girl the day she found magic. She was the only child born to her father, Gabriel, a florist, and her mother, Katherine, an animal healer. All her life, Constance was amazed and astounded by the beauty of her father's flowers and the warmth brought by all her mother's animal patients. She loved nature and was in awe of its beauty. One day, she was playing in a beautiful meadow with some other children when a butterfly flew past her. She had seen a lot of butterflies before but none with the patterns and colours of this particular one. It was incredibly beautiful, she thought, so she chased af

"Thank you, Mara! I will never forget this." Moriah said and Mara Anjonu disappeared. "What's happening? What's happening to me? Jennifer, please help me." Peace cried out, suspended in the air. "Oh shut up, child!" Moriah said and pulled Peace close to face her. "I'm not your friend Jennifer and soon, you won't be you either," Moriah said with her red eyes glowing. . . . Back in the crypt, the guys were trying to escape but they couldn't penetrate the forcefield. They hit it with rocks and their weapons but it wouldn't break. "What do you think she's doing to Peace?" Samson asked after stepping away from the entrance, having given up on trying to break it. "I don't know but it can't be good. What are we going to do?" Nelly replied. He was now conscious after being thrown across the room by Moriah. Darryl was still in pain and he lay still in a corner, holding his abdomen. He began to stand, much to the disapproval of his friends who wanted him to rest. "We can't just sit he

Vengeance!The driving force that fuels the hearts of men and makes them do the most heinous of things. The slow serpent that curls around you while you sleep and strangles you without warning. The emotion that when acted upon brings nothing both sorrow, death, and destruction.**************************************************"Let me out of here and I promise you a quick death," Moriah said to the boys angrily."Yeah, that's not happening, Moriah!" Nelly replied."Look! We don't know what beef the both of you have with each other and honestly, we don't fucking care. Just leave our friends out of your issues and give them their bodies back." Samson said to both witches."I think I'll keep this body!" Moriah said."Me too! Nothing beats being alive." Constance said as well."You're both dead already. Just go back to being dead." Nelly yelled at the witches."I've had enough of this! If you won't leave them on your own, then we'll make you leave. Carl!" Darryl called out.Carl's spirit