The house was overwhelmed with visitors; all who came to mourn with the Crofus family. I plop my buttocks at the top-tier of the staircase, also dressed in black as I stare at my dad who plasters a smiling face, welcoming all witches and warlocks who came from different region of the Thgirb realm.

All I see is a man who just want to isolate himself and mourn his mother peacefully. But the covens ritual must be kept.

Ketura got back last night from wherever she went, with her minions. They all were throwing tantrums, crying the loudest and rolling on the ground. I wondered if it were a show,...