your town was boring. a bland, traditional town filled with villages and the rich folk. you roll your eyes at the old beliefs and rules the people still hold. certainly, these people would grow a brain someday, maybe.

"the new guy is so perfect." whispers were heard around the town, some rich asshole's kid was in town and people are practically fawning over the man. so what if he was tall and charming? you didn't care about his perfect skin and sharp teeth, you had wiccan stuff to do, such as baking bread and drinking wine. well your mystical business HAS been slow.

he sat with the local folk, being the quintessential perfect boy, as the people gathered. what a load of bullshit, wait, was he wearing a necklace of satanism...no one even noticed, except you.