Tortured and mutilated, the witches of Salem went screaming to their deaths.
For almost 300 years their souls writhed in exquisite agony, helpless to act.
Then the boy came. He was young, trusting...receptive to their boundless hatred; an empty vessel waiting to be filled with the burning poison of their revenge.
Like a plague rat, he carried their contagion from victim to victim, infecting minds, corrupting bodies, and condemning souls to everlasting torment.
Beware his luminous green eyes, for they radiate sickness and death, beware this foul...child of Salem....
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