Colette

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The forest of Duskwood was eerily quiet this eve, a small cloaked woman stumbled down a rough path eventually reaching a derelict building which had a sign "Colette's Spa". 

The wilds had overtaken it and the small windows were broken, it's door hung off its hinges. Spiderwebs covered the entire interior. 

Stepping inside she nearly fell over from fright upon seeing a skeleton sitting in a rocking chair, a knife plunged into its chest.

The woman took her hood down showing she had long brown hair and green eyes, sighing to herself she cleared away some of the webs until she found a small ritual bowl.

Pulling the knife out of the broken ribcage the woman cut open her palm then and let her blood drip into bowl, placing it...

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A redhead stood there and watched as Colette threatened a woman's brother, she thought of the Colette of the past, the girl who she fell in love with who buried her nose in books to hide when she looked at her.

The Colette who asked strangers if they were hungry, who suffered through her predicament with a smile.

Chelsea reached out to touch her lover but her hand just went through her and the spirit sighed.

"You're racing to a terrible end my love."

A quiet chapel was holding a confessionary period.

Colette entered the confession booth and listened the priestess give off the usual spiel. When it was her turn to talk she spoke soft "Forgive me sister, for I have sinned. I seek forgiveness." 

The priestess spoke then equally soft, full of sympathy "What did you do my daughter?"

"I killed...you."

That moment the witch broke through the screen with a felfire covered hand to reach into the woman's chest and pull out her heart...and crush it to dust.

All the guards could get out of the one other priest in the chapel was that they heard laughter ring out through the chapel before the witch disappeared. 

Colette did not know who the man was just that was easy to seduce. Given his way of speaking over her and grabbing things from her hands she didn't feel that bad about giving him to Kalafi (her demon owner.)

It was different this time however, as the man laid before her, chained to her bed; Kalafi refused to eat his soul. "I want -you- to dear heart." 

The witch looked confused so Kalafi placed a hand on her chest, right over her heart "You must feel it, every passing day you use fel magic, a little more of your humanity dies. Take his." A waving gesture over the now awake and struggling man.

Colette waited for her conscience to speak to her, warn her of such a horrid act but...it never came all that did was memories; of anger at...

It was a bird that she could be sure, it had a broken wing and died on her cabin's windowsill. The giggles of little snot nosed children could be heard. It was easy for her track them, the trees saw all and through them so did she. 

When she found them, they were playing with another bird corpse, one was clearly the ringleader, egging the others on. As she approached the ringleader, a kid no older than twelve, clad in expensive clothing chattered on to the others "Oh look fellas, it's the woods harlot." All the while throwing insults the kid was tossing a large stick from hand to hand.

"You cherish your strength, your size." A statement not a question, the boy tilted his head at Colette as if he wasn't expecting her to see the...

Dear Maira,

I'm sure I saw her! The little girl that lived in that cabin...with the Annes family? I was on hunting party trying to get this Feral worgen when this little blonde girl showed up, it seemed to be calmed by her presence...you had to have seen it Maira!

The huntsmen still tried to hurt the beast and I really mean "tried" as the little girl..whatever she is, conjured some roots that killed two of the hunting party, she just looked at me and said "Run." 

Bless the light I survived, I'm coming home my darling and I am never setting foot in Duskwood again!

Sincerely your loving husband, John.

It was a priest this time, a holy woman...bound to a metal spike, Colette eyed Kalafi (the demon she was bound to) as it drew out the soul of the priest.

"How can you just watch?! Do you enjoy this?" The priest was still able to speak it seemed...and whine the witch thought.

"Of course she does, my dear heart is almost as cruel as I am." The witch rolled her eyes but when the priest spoke again it lit a fire in her. "The light will save me!" 

Nearly snarling the witch walks over to cup the priests face and say "Like it saved me?! Let's see, scream for it, beg it for help." Fel magic slowly burned the priests face as the poor woman called out over and over again but given the spell that dampaned her holy magic...nothing...

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The first time she had felt the wrath of her shadowy protector was when she had dared to develop a soft spot for a librarian.

The woman in question had long curly red hair and green eyes which sparkled with innocence. Colette had met her one day while wandering through the twisting book shelves of a small library in Stormwind.

The poor young librarian had ran face first into her and the two fell down, instead of yelling like most would of the girl laughed and introduced herself as "Chelsea." 

The two would meet on many occasions, bonding over books and good food. They shared a first kiss when Colette confessed her feelings to the redhead over a cup of tea. 

Unbeknownst to Cole her demonic friend had been watching this...

{The following is a tattered page inside a tightly bound grimoire made of some demons flesh}

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The two men had been following Colette for some time now and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The forest path she was on eventually led her to a graveyard she often visited. 

Instead of screaming and running all the witch did was sit, legs crossed over a simple grave. The men who had been stalking her appeared moments later, out of the thick woods, they wore leather armor adorned with animal teeth and spikes one was older than the other. Bounty Hunters.

“This little thing is what we’re after, she’s just a little girl!” One of the two men laughed and the other just shook his head “Gold’s gold we-” an empty cold laugh echoed across the graveyard interrupting the older man. The  witch shook with a...

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It was a simple request, one she got often; “Make me the thing my love thinks most about."

Colette’s simple hut was lit by the flickering flames under her cauldron. As her customer spoke in between sobs about the love of her life, she sprinkled a bit of sugar into the brew.

According to her customer the man she was trying to charm had lost his wife and was all alone. Smiling sympathetically Cole added the next ingredient a small lizard tail.

Fidgeting with the long beaded necklace hanging off her neck Cole spoke softly “I uh, need a drop of your blood.” The customer gasped and asked what they always do “Do I have to?" 

Despite her initial resistance she put out...

The metal door swung shut and loudly slammed into the door frame. Cole eyed the small bowl of slop her father left for her and gently rubbed the newly added bruises covering her limp frame.

The cellar she was in felt cold and uncomfortable, the floor a rough stone. It was dark and damp and she felt closer to death every passing moment.

It had been like this ever since her mother died, the sight of Cole enraged her father and the result was...horrific.

Thanks to never being fed more than a dog she was sickly thin and had trouble moving. Crawling over to the bowl of less than suitable food; she heard a voice speak to her "Is this how you want to live....like an animal? With your father holding your" A fire was lit then deep inside of...