1300 YEARS AGO
Atropos stood with her sisters in the back of the grand hall, watching in mournful silence as the Witches and Demons arrived.
Shadows danced in gleeful anticipation, their presence darkening the aura of the room, making the air thick and hard to breathe, their very presence a taint which poisoned all they touched.
Things were not right and had not been for quite some time.
But recently, something had changed.
What had started out as simple acts of selfishness, strongly worded arguments and minor fights for freedom had turned into all out acts of war and brutality.
The current display being the most depraved.
Atropos looked on as three women strolled into the hall. All with white hair, white skin and white eyes.
They called themselves the Elder Witches.
Although their years did not show on their faces, they were three of the oldest Witches alive.