Forever Yours, The Devil

You kissed the Devil. Now you're trapped in her world.

After a fateful kiss, you awaken as a witch in the cursed world of Parcae, bound by a prophecy.

Come diamond fractals, fiends, and fare, A witch is born with two moons to spare. If the old wall weeps and hears its tongue, The path is set with the right hand of the sun. Then, for the empire's heart, bring forth it's shield, And for knowledge, a conductor of the magic's field. Three gates shall bow down for each price once paid, But the witch alone slays the umbra of Parcae.