Power Be It Now
I chose power.
That one night after the Satanic chant, he offered our group a choice; one thing they wanted and I couldn’t help but chose power. Everyone was stupid enough to chose simple things like riches and beauty, but power can take you further.
A witch some would call me now, but only for my haggard appearance. I’ve cast a spell that would make me pretty much immortal, but it doesn’t stop my aging process. Lucky for me I have been working on a spell to change that for over 100 years and it’s finally working.
Sadly, I need the dead body of a gorgeous girl and I don’t have the physical strength to do it myself. No man would help such a hideous old lady, except one. Abranis. The bastard is younger than ever and full of rage that he could easily use to kill.
Summoning him into my home would be easy, but hopefully he’ll be willing to do this favor, for I would hate to torture such an immortal soul.