[Mafia] Witch Trip

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"You want rude? If you gave yourselves to Agatha, I would still exist. My sacrifice led to this moment, and as thanks, I am condemned to this while you go free. Fuck all of you, I hope you all go to Hell."

The Salting

Unfortunately, Nature remembered what she'd said about it. It remembered that she had reconsidered her relationship with it. Quinarva begins to flail, dangling before everyone in tears. "Nature, help me!" It simply grows the grass beneath her into mighty ropes to keep holding her up.

"Please! I didn't mean to ruin the game for everyone! I was just trying to help Susan, not fail Agatha! And Lukanios and Fentiriss convinced me to say those things about nature! I never meant any of it!" The nymph begged. A tighter squeeze brought her to sob.

"Okay, okay! I was willing to let them die! They mean nothing to me, they're all worthless mortals! I only wanted to leave with my life, I didn't care about the game! Give me another chance, we'll do this whole week again and I'll kill all of them! I can still do it! Look, they're right in front of me!" Once again, she is horrendous at lying, and she is briefly burned with fire. She ruined the game for everyone, and is responsible for Agatha's death; There is no excuse or deal she can make now. "What are you going to do to me?"

A few white grains appeared from the aether and drizzled to the ground…More salt. And Quinarva's claws were forced onto it. Instantly, the pain of a thousand stabs rocketed up her forearm and got her to shriek until her throat hurt. Interestingly, the hand that had touched the salt began to soften and melt until it was lifted out.

"I don't want to go. You can torture me for thousands of years if you want. I just don't want to go! Don't do this! Just one more chance! I'll murder thousands in Agatha's name! And get away with every single one! I promise!"

As it happens, Nature signaled wild crows to go and grab salt from wherever they could find it. And it was all dropped-you guessed it-on Quin. Just that little drizzle for the signal, and then it all came raining down at once from every source. No inch of her spirit was left unsalted. A third degree burn was a singe compared to the sheer agony this was. Quinarva's spirit screeched loudly enough to make cliffs crumble as she kicked and writhed like a feral animal. Her spirit sizzled, then her entire form liquefied like ice cream on a hot day.

"IF I'M EVER RESTORED, I'LL DESTROY ALL OF YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME?! AAAAAALLLL OF YOOOOOOOOUUUU! DAMN ALL OF YOU! NONE OF YOU FILTHY, THOUGHTLESS DEVILS DESERVE LIFE OR SALVATION! AS LONG AS YOU LIVE, YOU'LL REMEMBER THAT YOU DID THIS TO ME! MAY YOUR SCARS REMAIN UNTIL YOU ARRIVE IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF THE NETHERWORLD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

The crazed nymph continued to scream vengeance until she was melted down to her head. Finally, nothing was left but a puddle of ectoplasm, which was soon also devoured by the salt. Make no mistakes. The scum is gone for good. This is the fate she made for herself.

Her body was left draped on a sapling, however, to ensure that the example made would be a permanent impression. The seed was now black, wrinkled, and disgusting, and the earth around it had more than enough salt to ensure it would not germinate further.

FINAL DEATH.

...Wait...wait.


The rotted black seed was still growing. Rapidly. Into a monstrous dead plant. It just kept germinating on its own, swallowing the sapling Quinarva's body was draped on. It remained there a while, before its rotting leaves cracked apart. Out came the nymph's corpse, reanimated and still rotting, not a trace of the original Quinarva to be found. Its eye sockets had pinpricks of white inside their soulless pits.

As soon as the empty shell could think about itself again, it realized there was this coldness inside its chest cavity. Something used to be there. And it pondered and decided it wanted a new one.

Quinarva was forever gone.

This was the birth of the Blackwoods Husk.