The stench in the room was unbearable. William was now like a walking rotting corpse. Though he seemed to look fine on the outside, the darkness was fast eating him alive. If the witches could keep him around for another 20 or so years, that would definitely be a miracle. The goddess thought to herself.
"She doesn't look all that interesting to me." Circe's familiar voice cut through the silence
Luna glanced at the witch. The woman hadn't aged a single day on the outside from the last time she had seen her on the Island. But she could see the scars of darkness slowly surfacing on her pale white skin, its tendrils slowly creeping up the indent of her high cheekbone. She was still a far cry from how Elize would see the woman a few centuries from now.
