They stared at each other for about 10 seconds, but it felt longer than that.

Then, the young woman spoke, “You have been suffering a great deal...” She spoke with a Scottish accent.

Marco didn't know what to say, but she had to do something. So she said what was on her mind, “You have no idea...”

“Are you lost?” The young woman asked.

Marco nodded, “I need to get out of here!”

“Yet you have found what you have been yearning for...” The young woman said.

Marco was at a loss, “I don’t understand...”

“You have always been afraid of what was inside of you...” The young woman stated.

“Feel like I’m in a world made of Styrofoam, and everyone has lost their minds...” Marco agreed.

“Aren’t you looking for warmth, comfort, and replenishment?” The young woman asked.

Marco shrugged as she tried not to answer truthfully, “I had a hard few days...”

The young woman looked at her with determination now, "The wolves are at your door and will devour you. Would you want to awaken from your nightmare and be free from your bondage?"

Marco nodded, "they're going to kill my friend and her child. She did nothing wrong."

“Are you willing to unlock the power that is inside of you and able to do what is beyond righteousness and depravity?” The young woman asked.

Marco always knew that her being a wiccan was a tough life. There was no room or place for people like her and her kind. They hid for many decades, even centuries, to avoid scrutiny or being hunted down by various religions. But their struggle for normalcy was pointless. Even now, the Third Revelation.

And so, Marco made the only sane choice in this insane world, “Would you want me to do?”

"Do not cower. Stand along with us." The young woman demanded as Marco rose to her feet, staggering a bit. "Remove thy garments."

Marco's fear was creeping up again. She saw the faces of the three women, who were dead serious. They wanted her to strip down naked in front of them. Then she thought about Lydia and her baby. Marco didn't want to waste time, so she removed her sweater and pants. Also, removing her bra and panties. Modestly, she covered herself up and shivered in the process. The young woman undid Marco's messy bun, and her long black hair fell to her waist.

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“Do not be afraid of what those have envied for so long,” the young woman praises.

“I guess that’s a compliment...” Marco grumbled as she started to blush.

Then, the young woman gave her the gigantic bloody heart of the Beast chasing her, "Eat your fill."

Marco hesitantly took the bloody heart with both hands as the other two dragged the Beast away. It's not like she didn't want to eat it, but she had one little problem, "is there any way I can... um, cook this?"

Knowing Marco has fully accepted being a complete wiccan, the young woman smiled, “However you want it prepared is up to you, and I shall guide you.”

Marco knew many spells that required a lot of aether, but being around this place that was a hotbed of such energy gave her a significant boost. She used a weak but effective fire spell to cook the heart medium-rare. Afterward, she consumed the heart. It was a lot to put down, but at least the flesh was soft to chew and flavorful.

Marco immediately felt her whole body change, known as The Daemonia Shift. It is a transformation that nephalems as Marco go through when they finally unlock our true natures with those with daemonic heritage. It all depends on what type of creature you are descended from. In this case, she has the blood of a wiccan coursing through her veins.

Immediately, Marco felt her body temperature rise as she started to sweat profusely. Her breathing was shallow as she started to grunt a little for air. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest since it was beating rapidly. This went on for at least a minute. Her muscles burned, and her bones shifted and cracked. She couldn't help but shriek in pain.

It felt like an eternity, but her body gradually cooled off; her black hair started to change into an elegant ice color. Her heartbeat was slower and slower. Marco's eyes changed from a soulful green to the same shade of her hair. She felt more relaxed and comfortable in her skin, even when naked. She felt more empowered by the darkness and nature surrounding her, giving her strength.

Most importantly, all of her fear was gone. She can even see as clearly as day in the nighttime. The supposed creatures of the night feared her instead of the other way around as they kept their distance from afar.

The young woman was amazed by this; she even blushed at seeing Marco's complete transformation. Moreover, she approached Marco, now a few inches taller, and passionately kissed her. Marco couldn't help but giggle at her first lesbian experience. It was nice, but she preferred men.

Then, the young woman guided her by the hand as they walked in a vast grassland. Marco didn't know where she was going, but she could feel a different presence nearby. All were strong; they were wiccans, but not as strong as her.

Then, the young woman guided her to a bonfire where many witches celebrated and chanted around the fire naked. Marco had witnessed a coven holding a Sabbath around a bonfire. As if the wind was guiding her now, she joined the coven, chanting and dancing as if she knew the words herself. Marco had never felt so alive; she finally let it all go and set herself free.

Marco then found herself levitating above the bonfire with her fellow coven. She couldn't help but laugh at the pure joy of finally being herself and one with the darkness and nature.