Malevolence
"Wake up my love,"
He was awoken by a woman's sweet voice that seemed to dance on his eardrums. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a woman with striking features standing in front of him. She was like a rose, with beauty as mesmerizing as it was dangerous.
He slowly sat up, his eyes darting around the murky surroundings. The thick mist engulfed the carriage, limiting his visibility to only a few feet ahead.
"Where are we, Elizabeth?" he asked, his voice hushed, as if not wanting to draw attention.
"This is the secret path to Silent Hill, the birthplace of all witches," she answered with a sly smile.
Fenrir's eyes darted warily around the mist-encased carriage.
Witches were synonymous to wickedness and evil, a potent mix of cunning and malevolence that even vampires and werewolves avoided like the plague. They wielded curses and charms with ease, and were known to stop at nothing to achieve their twisted aims.