In all my years as a witch, I have encountered various psychopaths and people with serious mental disorders. I was never interested in necromancy or raising the dead, besides, accepting that people are gone is the right thing to do instead of forcing them to return as an aberration.
I highly doubt my parents would want to return to life in the form of a monster, even I wouldn't wish for such a thing. However, I would like to commit an atrocity upon certain people, such as a woman named Scarlet.
"That was a good therapy session today..."
I say, wiping the blood-drenched knife in my hands. I'm grateful to know enough magic not to ruin my clothes in the process, while I can leave the person I'm torturing sinking into despair with the stains of their own vitality. It's unique.
"So, Scarlet, do you feel more comfortable saying something today?"
