The original enchantress witch

Prologue

Long, long ago—before the rise of great cities, before church bells rang across the land, there was a tale whispered through ages.

It spoke of a woman unlike any other.

Not an angel, nor a demon,

but a child birthed by God Himself. Yet Heaven did not claim her, and Hell did not embrace her.

She walked the earth in shadow, feeding upon darkness and the spirits of the wicked.

In her hands lay a power to inscribe life itself, a force known as Veritatem.

And from that day forth, whenever her name—The original enchantress witch—was uttered, a song would echo faintly in the air.

It was called the Ballad of The original enchantress witch, a lullaby of nightmares,

never forgotten, never silenced.