But right, you are probably wondering what the Hell this great witch is writing about.
And since it is supposed to be a blog, this great witch will try to tell you everything within the boundaries of the NDA this great witch had to sign.
Do mortals like you ever wonder why you are even even alive as a species? I'm not trying to disparage anybody, mind you. It's an honest to infernality question.
But to answer it, you probably don't.
And it's a wonder, since you live in this world that Vampires, Werewolves, lesser Fey, Fallen Ones, lesser demon and daemons and a whole host of other supernatural beings inhabit.
Humanity for its whole history has tethered on the brink of extinction thanks to a freak accident and has never really had any means to somehow defend themselves.
Um, sure there have been some very remarkable mages, like this great witch, but it is more of an exception than a rule.
Besides, there is no human mage that relies on their own power. My magical abilities, for example, have all been carefully traded and exchanged and sometimes gifted by forces of the other side, such as Fairies or Devils or many others.
So humanity's magical prosperity depends entirely on the will of the other side. Same can be said for literally any other human mage
So, why the Hell are we still alive as a species?
I cannot tell you the specifics, but let's say some very old agreements have rather steep stipulations that we have to thank for our peace and your ignorance.
So when a freak accident does occur, a lot of forces extend their hands, tentacles and other alternatives to help.
Like this time. A rather interesting outsider has landed on this planet and it accidentally led to a massive failure of all ecological systems.
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The local forces all convened and gathered a diplomatic delegation to try and resolve the issue and return everything to a state of normalcy.
This great witch was part of this delegation and we were able to resolve the existing problem in just a hundred days (admittedly, Earth's orbit was slightly nudged, so the length of a day continued to vary for a while but it's not that important).
Unfortunately, this hundred days was enough for anything non-supernatural to go completely extinct, and there was little we could do about it.
But Heaven, Hell and the Fey Realm all stepped up and extended their help in rewinding time back, and then we had to coordinate with the interesting outsider to avoid a repeat of the previous freak accident.
it's been roughly a day since was this great witch able to finally rest her wings.
When I arrived back home, the heavens decided to congratulate this great witch on a work well done.
When I was still a mortal - and I think it was up to some odd one and a half thousand years ago - this great witch really liked how nature after the rain looked.
Not only did it smell very fresh, but the vibrant colors of nature as they basked under the sunlight looked particularly dramatic and stirred something inside my heart.
Even after I exchanged all of my flesh to a gluttonous dragon for a brand immortality and eternal youth that I liked, this great witch still very much enjoyed this view.
Regardless, whether in the middle of a valley, or in the ocean, nature after the rain, and especially after a storm, always has resonated with me. Especially when it happed right after I myself has weathered a (metaphorical) storm.
So imagine my surprise when the place I was living was hit with a drencher as soon as I arrived!
The very moment I step off my newly modified flying vacuum cleaner, a veritable downpour just burst from the skies!
Right on my triangular hat!
Imagine that!
Anyway, I hurry back home because even if everything on or in me is water-resistant, I still didn't quite enjoy this feeling of rain, and as soon as I get under the roof of the porch, the rain stops, as if somebody hit a light switch.
Well, I take sit on a chair and take out a tea set on the table, brew some tea and enjoy the view for a few minutes, and then it starts raining again!
And stops after some ten minutes.
Then begins again.
It continued to go on and off for the whole day until the Sun set 'neath the horison.
I wasn't planning on going anywhere outside, and I didn't mind the view that came on and off, but there is a saying among mortals that too much of a good thing is bad.
The heavens didn't seem to understand it, no matter how much I shouted at them.
Really, overenthusiasm is no good!
The heavens really love this great witch too much!