Good morning Sister
At the time of the early mornings, where the weather was as cold as ever, and the moon hadn’t fully set to sleep, Molly was busy, cleaning her crystal balls, as though she was preparing for a war, when she heard a knocked at the door of her cocooned home.
Molly had smelt the person’s scent from afar and right away, she knew he or she wasn’t a human, witch nor a senseless werewolf, so she took up the new weapon she had created, and headed for the door.
Magnus stood outside the doors of Molly’s home as he waited for her to come open up.
The doors of the house finally opened up, but not without Molly attempting to stab Magnus, to which the non expectant demon, dodged before the tip of the blade, could pierce through him.
“Why have you come to my home you clawing demon?”, questioned Molly in whispering rage.
“I need your help witch”, said Magnus without beating around the bush.
“What do you need my help for”, asked Molly in an hurried manner,