Darios stood before the mirror in his chamber, his reflection distorted by the dim candlelight flickering across the room. A slow, sinister smile stretched across his lips as he traced a finger along the edge of the ornate mirror. He had found them.
Twin witches.
And the most delicious part? They had no idea what they were.
This would be almost too easy. Manipulating them would be like playing a finely tuned instrument, each note striking with precision until he had them wrapped around his finger.
Darios let out a low chuckle, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. He lifted his hand and whispered an incantation under his breath, his voice a low murmur of ancient power.
“Mutare figura, celare verum,
Da mihi faciem iuventutis,
Speciem per quam cor capiam.”
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