The Witch, The Monster, and the Warrior
The Monster awoke in his lair. He smelled something, or rather he sensed something which could be both smell and a flash of light, penetrating through his closed eyelids. The Witch was lonely, and miserable, and cried into the mesh of Realities for help. She had a pure heart, a brave soul and a clear mind. People like her shone brightly in between the worlds; they were like beacons attracting all kinds of spirits. ‘I want to devour this pure heart, and feast on that brave soul, and pollute this clear mind’, thought the Monster. So he disguised himself as a good and sympathetic man, and approached her. It was easy for him to pretend he was everything she cried into the mesh of Realities for. Before long she trusted him. He made his feast long and enjoyable. She gave him her heart freely, along with her body, and he smiled and licked his fingers when he finished. Then he asked for more, and took to infusing her mind with his poison. But it was the soul he was the most interes