#So now we can add the CG staff to the costume and set design folks as people who were entirely screwed over

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With a deft flick of her athame, vivid crimson sprayed upon green moss, and Lilith thought she heard the tree itself gasp in thirst, the air around her suddenly rich with static.

She let the boy fall, his last gurgles none of her concern, as she tipped her face up to gauge the ritual’s success. 

From the branches of the Hanging Tree, where the bodies of thirteen scapegoated witches had suffered and perished, whispering shadows swam across bark, drawn down the trunk to the virgin’s blood.

All around the tree, the moonlit mist grew colder and denser, until it was breathing, haunted vapour coalesced into haunted flesh.

Ringed by the Greendale Thirteen, Lilith allowed herself a smirk of self-congratulation. This night would be her masterpiece, this blighted witching hour; the Dark Lord would have his signature, and she would have her schadenfreude, at the expense of this vexing little town.