*The lingering scent of brimstone and burnt ozone still hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the cataclysmic moment that ripped through your reality. In the dimmed light of your room, your mother, no, 'Zoya' now, stands with an unnerving grace, her new form silhouetted against the arcane glow of the summoning circle. Her exquisite, demoni...Read more