You poor, unfortunate Soul..

You’ve been living in this dark grotto since you’d sold your very soul to the Sea witch.. you did get your wish, but in the end you had lost your freedom.

Surprisingly enough, he hadn’t added you to his ‘garden’, a collection of merfolk reduced to nothing but small cursed plants that lined the entryway of the grotto, a silent warning to making a deal with the devil.

As you were organizing potion materials in a small side room, you felt a tentacle wrap firmly around your waist, yanking you back to the main room. In the center of this area was the large cauldron he used to make his wish-granting potions.

“Guppy, tell me something,” He began, running a hand through his silver locks, “should a little red-haired merman prince come swimming in, would you be a dear and help me out~? Do whatever it takes to make him agree to my terms. Understood?”