Saturday Story 2025 #14 (A Sign of Evil – Part 26)
Part twenty-six of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.
It’s the last battle. Can Lila defeat Tabitha and purge the sign of evil once and for all? This chapter concludes the long-gestating tale.
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An excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/126015748
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As Lila’s light continued to grow and spread, Tabitha’s control over the headquarters began to falter. The dark energy that had sustained the building for so long was being pushed back, overwhelmed by all that was good in the world. The walls groaned, and the ceiling cracked. The few servants who had not fled outright cowered in the corners, their minds shattered by the collapse of the oppressive regime they had served for so long.
Tabitha, however, would not be swayed. Her eyes blazed with madness as she chanted in a language no one but the dead could understand. The air around her began to twist, thickening into something grotesque as a dark, formless mass began to take shape behind her. It was like a shadow demon but a thousand times stronger, a monster of her own creation who was fusing with her body and soul.
“You may have power,” Tabitha spat, her voice distorted by the rising power behind her, “but I have the one thing you do not: the will to do whatever it takes to win.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Tabitha’s body began to shudder, her limbs twitching as though something beneath her skin was clawing its way out. Her once-pale complexion darkened, turning a sickly shade of gray, and her veins bulged with an inky blackness. Her mouth stretched into a grotesque, inhuman grin that split her face from ear to ear.
The air around them rippled with heat as the dark mass behind her grew. Her voice, now a guttural growl, echoed through the chamber as she chanted louder, faster, her words incomprehensible but thick with malice.
Tabitha’s transformation was not gradual. It was violent, her body snapping and reshaping itself in jerky, unnatural movements.(…)
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