[Witch's House Doujin] Exchange spells

body buried in mud, dirty bandages, severed head of doll with blond hair and dull expression, cold knife in hand, red blood slowly flowing on the ground, corpses of parents hugging each other, burning The fires and houses that are slowly collapsing... yes, those are just my imagination, they don't exist.There are no demons, there is no magic in this world...

"What are you afraid of, Witch Eileen?"

You are just deceiving yourself.The man's golden eyes seemed to say so, mercilessly seeing through all her disguises.

Those fears finally merged into the most unforgettable point, and Viola sat down on the ground with weak legs.

...he recognized me!

The man didn't say any more words, but stooped silently and picked up the stem of the rose that Viola had trampled on, staring at the only petal on the stem with regretful eyes—the petal Withered and crumbling.

The words of the black cat suddenly came to mind: "The rose is the life of the witch, and the witch will die when the rose withers."

I will die?

Do not make jokes!I already, I already have nothing to do with the witch!All I have to do is to live an ordinary life as Viola.I no longer need the name Ailian, whether it is now or in the future.I am Viola, and I can only be Viola!

Viola cast a bitter look at the man, patted her skirt which was already stained with a lot of red flower juice, and quickly got up from the ground.She squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, and the man didn't catch up again, but his top hat towered high above the crowd very conspicuously.

Viola was no longer interested in wandering the fairs, but she was equally reluctant to go back to school.After wandering aimlessly in the streets for a long time, Viola finally decided to go home first.No matter what happens outside, her dad will always stand firmly by her side.

Even if that wasn't her real father.Her father was just an alcoholic drunk, he always only had her mother in his eyes, and never looked at her in the eye.

What am I thinking about?Viola stood at the door of the hut in front of the forest and shook her head, quickly throwing away the thoughts just now.She is Viola, isn't she?The hunter with the shotgun was her father, and the selfish man was nobody.

She opened the door, and the sound of the wooden door creaking open was startling in the silence of the afternoon.Her father poked his head out of the back door when he heard the sound, and he frowned: "What happened, Viola? Why did you come back so early today?"

His hands were stained with bright red blood and light brown rabbit fur. It was obvious that he had been disembowelling a hare before that.The faint smell of blood slowly diffused in the air, and the bright red color stained the man's fingers and twirled in front of Viola.

A feeling of nausea rose from the bottom of her heart, and Viola felt dizzy and almost unable to stand, so she firmly grasped the door frame so as not to fall.

"I'm sorry, Dad. But I'm really not feeling well today." Viola said with difficulty, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit.

Maybe it was because of her pale face that her father could easily believe it.He immediately put down what he was doing and walked towards her, trying to help her to lie down on the bed. "Lie down and rest, I will ask for leave for you, today you have a good rest and nothing..."

"Don't touch me!" Viola avoided the man's blood-stained hand and yelled loudly, dizzy and unsteady, almost falling down.And she soon realized her mistake. The middle-aged man shrank his hands at his sides in embarrassment, apparently undecided on what to do.

Viola rubbed her brows with her knuckles, and said weakly: "I'm sorry Dad, I... I'm just... too tired. I'm fine, don't worry. I'll go to rest, I... I'm sorry." Even She herself didn't know what she wanted to say, she just didn't want her father to notice anything unusual.

She didn't pay attention to the man behind her anymore, and walked to her little bed by herself while leaning on the wall, and her father closed the door for her.The hunter's house did not have the scent of roses, only the fishy smell of the prey's hair and the faint fragrance of wood, but this vague smell soon made her feel much better.Only this makes her feel that everything around her is real, instead of the beauty that will disappear without a trace when she reaches out and touches it.

The setting sun outside the window is gradually moving toward its demise today, and the sky is dyed red like blood.The panic slowly subsided with her steady breathing, and when she sat up from the bed again, the stars were already shining in the sky.

That man made Viola feel a dangerous atmosphere, and her secret might be exposed by him.The only way to keep him secret is to shut him up forever.

Viola opened the drawer of the cabinet by the window, lifted the bowknot and ribbon that covered the upper layer, and took out a sharp knife hidden deep inside.The knife was the only thing she had brought out of her house, and the dim starlight shone on it with a frozen gleam.

I will not allow anyone to ruin my life, no matter who he is.

II. Witch

The black cat paced leisurely in front of her, its pure black tail raised high. "That's right, the current witch is you. As for me, I'm probably what you humans call a demon."

"Although it is a delicious soul, it is a pity that I can't eat you, because there can only be one witch who signed a contract with me. Even if the body is swapped, the magic power still stays in Ailian's body. If you If you die, that magical power will disappear completely, so I have to bring you back to life. It took me a lot of effort to get the medicine from that black crow..."

"You don't believe it? No, I'm telling the truth, because the devil cannot lie. You will soon learn how to be a real witch."

The black cat jumped onto the window sill, looked back at the girl lying on the bed staring blankly at it, and then it suddenly laughed. "Oh, this body is no longer good. So today's time is here, I have to go. Goodbye."

After saying the last sentence, a dark blue flame burned on the black cat.The flames dissipated after a few seconds, and the black cat fell dead on the window sill like a real cat, its limbs stretched out stiffly and its tail hanging limp.

The demon left, and Viola stared blankly at the place where the black cat fell down, her head was almost split and aching.It says she is a witch?How can it be?She is Viola, she is just an ordinary human girl, a girl who was cheated by Eileen.

Elaine...

Viola grabbed the long lavender hair that belonged to Eileen until her scalp hurt.A year ago, when she was wandering in the forest, the spiritual black cat brought her to the witch's house, and it was in this room that she met the pale girl who always lay on the bed.At that time, in her opinion, Eileen was no different from other people except that she had magical powers. She could cry and laugh as well. She even endured unimaginable pain from birth.

Her father told her that a witch lived in the forest and told her to stay away from that forest.But there are her friends there.

Eileen has always only used magic to make the kettle boil water and the stove to cook soup automatically. It was just kind magic for herself who couldn't get out of bed.Aileen is her friend, the teddy bear she sewed by herself for Aileen made her show a pale smile, and she also carried Aileen out of the house so that she could also enjoy the sunshine and smell the fragrance of flowers—even though she stayed It didn't take long for Ailian to be in so much pain that she insisted on going back.She is also willing to exchange bodies with Ailian for one day, so that she can run freely without enduring pain for at least one day.

She never thought that Ailian would actually do this.

The potion boiled in her throat, and at that moment she realized ignorantly that what Ailian fed her might not be some kind of painkiller, an ominous feeling intensified in her heart.Then, Eileen swung an ax and slashed at her waist, gouging out her eyes.

"Die in despair, Viola," she heard Eileen say icily in her voice.

She could not cry out and soon passed out from the pain.When she woke up again, Ailian was gone, and she realized with great horror that Ailian never wanted to return to this body.She reluctantly used the magic power in Ailian's body to try to stop her, but she was still powerless.

She felt angry, she felt hopeless, it was a feeling of being betrayed, it was Ailian who took everything from her.Her body, her health, her voice, her father, her life, everything that should belong to her, were all taken away by Eileen effortlessly.

Is it hate, this kind of thing that is clamoring and burning in the heart?

Viola wanted to cry, but tears could not flow from her newly recovered eyes.Her legs are back, though they are still numb and unable to move.She saw the girl in the mirror with long lavender hair and golden eyes, wearing a red nightgown, pale and gloomy.The bow is bright red and rests quietly on the dresser.That's Eileen's favorite thing.There are also magic books on the bookshelf, although Viola can't understand a word.

But this shouldn't be her life.She was supposed to go to the Summer Harvest Festival with her small town mates and help Dad catch the running hares.Demons, witches, these are things that only appear in fairy tales.