𝓡𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛

“I am the product of my father’s errors.”

“I’m in the business of misery.”

The way things are going it’s like they all live in an Elden Ring game.

“Being called a goth girl isn’t an insult.. if you really want to insult me try reading a book?”

Shuffle shuffle.

Actually they aren’t. They are pretty fun.

Yes.

The voices in her head beg her to sacrifice her team…

“Heed my warning.”

“No.”

“Azarath.”

“Mhm.” She says. “That’s all, you can go now. Thank you helping Jamie.”

She crushes them in the bag with her hands then pours the bits into the pot. The liquid from the ingredients look green. Slimy. “Raven’s Homestyle. It’s good. Do you want to try it first?”

The bag of crunchy spiders legs get into her hands and soon into the pot. “Almost done.. I need one more.” Her eyes squint at the words. “Hmmm that’s weird… can you hand me… the bag of eyes.” Don’t ask how she got them or where.

“I’m making dinner for everyone…” Which she was, a homemade recipe. Her fingers tap against her chin as she reads the texts in the books. Mumbling the words under her breath. “Can you get me the bag of spider legs?”

“Nice to know you hate taste.” Taking the bag she pours it into the pot as well. Grabbing a spoon she stirs the ingredients as it boils. Two books levitate from her desk opening themselves to different pages with hexes in Latin inscribed on them.

Her favorite show ever. “I didn’t know you watch that.” She say’s surprised. “Huh.” Then returns to her book looking at the spell for more ingredients. “Graveyard dirt.”

“What?” She shares an annoyed look at him as he hands her a plastic bag with black sand in it. She pours the entire bag into the pot then conjures a flame in her hand and flings into the pot for it to bubble.

Gathering a black pot hidden in her room she sets it on a nearby desk. “Hmmm.” Pouring the first element of water into the pot she calls out the first ingredient. “Volcano sand.” She says while opening a tomb next to the kettle searching for the spell she was to preform.