Gloria stood in front of the mirror and admired the new necklace that Stewart had given her. Days had gone by since she finally immortalized the love between them. Her natural ability to seduce him was completely natural, but the loyalty he had now was completely fabricated through repeated sexual encounters.
Every time he slept with her, the stronger their bond became. Gloria knew that it was only a matter of time before everything Stewart had would belong to him. And as she caressed the beautiful gold, she couldn't wait to show him how much she appreciated his thoughtful gift. She picked up her phone, preparing to take a few photos to send his way.
But just as she was about to snap the first picture, a sudden chill swept through the room. The hairs along the back of her neck stood on end, and she knew instinctively that something was amiss. As a trained witch, she was keenly aware of the presence of magic, and she could sense that someone, or something, was using it nearby.
Her heart racing, Gloria set her phone down and focused her energy, attempting to create a protective barrier around herself. She held her hands out in front of her, feeling the warm ball of energy forming between them. But before she could complete the spell, she was forcefully knocked to the ground.
The air in the room grew heavy, and Gloria struggled to catch her breath. She briefly closed her eyes and tried to pinpoint where the spellcaster was attacking her from. To her surprise, the caster was across the street, yet it felt like somebody else was close by. She felt the foreign presence invading her mind, overwhelming her senses with its sheer power. She could hear two distinct voices, one of which she recognized as Eve.
"What? How is this possible?" Gloria murmured. Her voice was barely audible as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She knew that Eve had been trapped in her dementia-ridden body, but she couldn’t understand how she could have found a way to use magic against her. “She’s whispering an incantation. Is … is somebody else helping her? Did they sense that something was off? Or did they detect that I was using magic too much?”
Unbeknownst to Gloria, Maribelle and Eve had been preparing to confront the evil witch, their efforts driven by a shared determination to set things right. But now, with Gloria caught in the crossfire of their battle, the stakes were higher than ever. For it was no longer just about reclaiming Eve's stolen body; it was about saving the lives of those around her who had become entangled in her dark and dangerous web of magic.
As the world around her began to fade, Gloria's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The darkness closed in on her, and she could feel her consciousness slipping away. She couldn’t believe how careless she had been. She thought she had covered every possible situation, but she had grown careless. Her last thought before everything went black was a desperate plea for Stewart to save her.