She wasn't gonna let a mere mortal get in the way of her plans, no, not a chance. Lucinda rummaged through the thousands of handwritten manuals of her antecedents that she even managed to hold in her possession. Her supply was already running low as it is, her tainted hands already facing the consequences of the curse. Her veins slowly became black-ish purple as if she drank the wrong potion

Lucinda never meant for this to happen. It was a simple mistake! How should she know dark magic was forbidden if not a single soul had the guts to tell her something about it. It's not like every witch had a hand-written manual of their do's and don't “Please, I beg of you, just leave me be,”

She wouldn't admit it, but all she desired was some help, something to figure this out before it was too late and everything would become irreversible, or maybe it already was? She truly hadn't a clue. She should've just minded her business. Then maybe in the end they wouldn't have come to this conclusion, now she stood alone in this big ol' world that had already abandoned her.