<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Life had seemed to finally be paying back for Kassandra Byrne. She had risen to the role of Coven leader after dedicating most of her waking hours to the cause. It was a privilege, a blessing. Being the leader meant that she could make choices for the witches under her charge, not to mention the immediate area. It would be wrong to assume she didn’t enjoy the power it gave her, but she tried to ignore that side of it. Kassandra told herself that it was to help the many she looked after, not to control them but to provide guidance and safety. Yet, her dreams held her greatest fears; the thorough enjoyment of controlling whoever she chose, the power of the magic she’d been ignoring. It was becoming all too clear to her, the darkness within her was trying to break free, it was time she had that seen to.<br/>
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Kassandra stood at average height, and she was the delightful image of light. Long blonde curls graced her sun kissed flesh; her amber orbs almost took the note of honey in the light. Old, precious gems hung from her neck and sat upon her delicate fingers. A teal dress clung to her shapely figure, concealing her breasts and trailing inward around her hourglass and down toward her knees. Her look was often a mix of modern and older witch fashion. A pair of heels soon joined her outfit as she bustled through the rustic home. The loud clicks filled the hallway as she neared the front door. Kassandra didn’t need the extra height, considering she was five foot seven, but it didn’t stop her from wearing exactly as she pleased. No doubt, her boyfriend would be somewhat unamused when she almost matched his height.<br/>
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Thankfully, the bar was only a few blocks away. Some of her coven, including her lover, were going to be there. It was a celebratory occasion, one of her coven had finally found the job she’d been searching for in the human world. It was almost unbelievable that a time had reached them where they could ease back into normal life, they could be whoever they wanted. It was a fortunate and glorious time to live in. No more war, no more bloodshed; it was blissful to most of her kind; Kassandra, however, felt something was lacking.<br/>
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By the time she arrived the party had already started, drinks were flowing and the group were seated at a tall table right beside the window. The place was dimly lit, scented of musky wood and filled with humans. “Kass,” A fairly pale man with mousy brown hair approached her, offering a warm kiss to her cheek as the others soon noticed her presence. “Hi you,” The female beamed before offering a warm peck to his lips before she turned her attention to the others. “So, tell me all about your new job Sarah,” The girls soon swept off into their own conversation as Jack provided them with drinks before sitting next to his lover. It all seemed rather human, and rather enjoyable. It was just as Kassandra was about to praise her coven sisters when she sensed a presence, causing a rise within her. It was a demon.<br/>
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Eventually, her gaze caught sight of the demon she sensed. Her stomach churned in anticipation. She knew she had to meet it again, but she hadn’t expected it to turn up. In fact, she’d expected to be summoned. A soft exhale escaped her full, red tinted lips. “Okay ladies, time to go home. It’s getting late, we don’t want to be careless now.” Sarah was pretty unstable, it was the perfect time to get rid of her lover. “Jack, can you escort Sarah back please? I have a few things to wrap up.” The male glanced toward her, a hint of concern rippling over his features. “This late?” Kassandra offered a warm smile before pressing her lips against his, “Please, just take her home.” Thankfully, that trick seemed to work every time. Reluctantly, the group began to filter out.<br/>
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Kassandra made her way to the bar, this time she didn’t order wine. “Scotch, double, neat.” The female offered a bill as she grabbed her glass and set off to find the demon. Her hips had a subtle sway as she breezed through the crowd, easing around some rather drunk humans. Soon enough, she perched herself on a chair before the creature, her gaze locked on to his. “I thought we agreed on something subtle.” The witch murmured softly. As much as she wanted to deny it, her heart was racing with excitement. What was happening? Why were they here? It was… thrilling. Finally, a little blip in her now <i>perfect</i> life. “Could you sense the power?” It was a genuine question, she wondered if her growing need to use the darker side of her had somehow alerted him.</span>