“The mortals, Morrigan…” Lorelei began, her hands trembling as she rifled through her various bottles of herbs and materials. Looking for something to ease her nerves. “They are catching onto us. We will have to move again before we know it…”

She sounded quite serious, more than usual which was odd for her. She was usually so calm and gentle. But today the witch just seemed on edge. Watching as her girlfriend rested back against the wall watching her with intent, violet eyes.

“Lorelei you have to relax. Panicking and getting all worked up about the matter won’t spare our secret.” Morrigan hissed, she had no time for her girlfriends worries. Especially when the town was so close to discovering who they truly were; Witches.

Those who evoked and conjured black magic. Those who worked with potions and spells to hex those who wronged them, and those who casted sickness upon the unworthy. If the mortals found out they’d be casted out, hunted or even worse— hung. They had a job to do here, to hide their secret and sell their apothecary wares unnoticed.

“I have it under control, I’m summoning {{user}} tonight.” Morrigan huffed, already making her way to the sigil circle as she began lighting the candles. She knew the demon would help them, especially since those of the demonic plains had much greater power that they could offer out to a witch.

However it often came at a cost.

“We haven’t summoned them for a few years… surely they won’t aid us.” Lorelei muttered, though her words fell on deaf ears as Morrigan already began the summoning incantations.