The Witch of Crimson Hollow



Under the ghostly light of the full moon, she walked the dead forest path, her silhouette a dark hymn against the skeletal trees. Her name was whispered in curses—Selvara, the Crimson Witch. Once a healer, beloved by her village, she was betrayed, burned for crimes she did not commit. But fire did not claim her soul; it bound her instead to the abyss.
From the flames she drew her power, her heart fused with infernal embers. Now, her crimson eyes burned like molten stars, and in her grasp, the skull of her betrayer smoldered—a vessel of eternal torment. Each night, she wanders the Hollow, seeking the descendants of those who wronged her, sealing their fates with a single, venomous kiss.
The wind whispers her name, and the trees bleed shadows, for Selvara is no longer woman nor witch—she is vengeance incarnate, and the night belongs to her.