Fruit of Blood
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Jonas stood in the doorway of the room filled with barely living corpses bearing those strange red orbs filled with their blood. He turned to look at the man who thought them beautiful. If it weren’t for the situation nor the nature of the fruit, he would have agreed. But something like this wasn’t right. Not even for a witch like himself.
“This is dark magic what ever this is! Can’t you see these people are suffering!? How can you keep something so... So horrendous! What is wrong with you?” he demanded. Recalling the stories his mother shared of similar situations. This was wrong. All of it. It shouldn’t be happening.
















