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The Death Of The Demonic Ritual

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Ever since the 1700's people have been doing rituals and having dreams of a demon or any signs of danger. As time moved on others started to stop caring about these tragic events and just gave up on rituals or history and started to lie that it was peaceful. But when one person finds a lesson very interesting decides to go to the library and look for a certain book that changes everything . Soon they end up going on a journey to start these rituals but it all goes wrong when they find out all these big twists that lead to Elizabeth a sister of the past alive and trying to stop them at all costs that leads to the end. Enjoy this book with tins of twists and craziness that happens.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"I see her. It's coming!" a strange witch yelled and repeated in bed as she was sleeping. "Help me!" she yelled.

"Who?" one of the other witches said.

"A girl!" the witch replied.

The witch was sick in pain for the past 3 days, unable to wake up. She kept screaming "I see her, it's coming" and "help me!" Most people can hear the dreadful screams of death. No one knew what the dream was or anything about why she was like that. Others thought it was either a nightmare or premonition while others thought it was a curse. The 3 witches were in their cottage in a bed room. They thought it was a premonition and stuck with her like all the witch sisters do. Their names were Abigail, Elizabeth and Anna. Anna was the one with the premonitions and dreams. The 2 women, Abigail and Elizabeth, had long white dresses with brown curly hair, big blue eyes and they were very tall. They were twins. Anna had a white dress on but instead, she had blonde hair, brown eyes,tan skin, and a very beautiful face that everyone could remember. They were all in their 20s.

"Help me! I want to die," Ana cried. Her clothes, her bed, and the floors began to fill with her bright red blood. The witches started to cry, and they started to get scared.

"Oh God, help us please help us," Abigail and Elizabeth said in unison.

"I must go to the nurses for help. Stay here Abigail," Elizabeth said as she was starting to burst out the door.

"No, if you go she will be as good as dead even if you went to bring the nurse here she might not heal," Abigail yelled trying to grab her arm.

"But we must try a bit," Elizabeth said.

"No, I will take care of her," Abigail said.

"OK," Elizabeth said in worry.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Anna screamed, "get off of me demon!" While Ana screamed a man banged on their door.

"Fancy seeing you here master," Elizabeth kindly said.

"I'm just here to tell you that the other witches are starting to have the dreams that Ana is having as well, but they died in a second. I just want you to be at the Death of Premonitions & Dreams (DOPD) meeting on March 18th, tomorrow," the man said. He had a curly white wig, a blue buttoned jacket and white tights with a oval, strict face and orange skin. He was the leader of the town and he knew what was going on 24/7. He tried to make the town a better place and told everyone to fill him in.

"Where's your Prime Minister," Abigail asked, walking forward to kiss him on the cheek.

"Sick," he said in a down voice.

"Does he have the premonitions as well?" Abigail asked.

"Yes," he said in a cautious voice, "can you use your magic on him?"

"No, its too dangerous. This is dark magic," Abigail said.

"Ok, but I think I know why these premonitions have happened," the leader started to explain.

"I found out a month ago that these are premonitions but a premonition that could lead to death, so that's why I need you to use your magic so we can break it."

"No, we can't! We will die," Elizabeth said.

"Ok, well, bye." The leader left. Soon, Anna started to speak again.

"I must do a ritual and kill myself," she said. "When I die, I will go to heaven and my body must rise. My spirit will leave this body and finally I will have peace and goodness," she chanted and then repeated a second time. She repeated it over and over as blood rushed out of her nostrils. Each time she repeated it, the blood got worse. Now, the floor was layered with red and became as deep as a swimming pool.

"Stop!" the other witches cried. But it was too late.

Anna was dead in a heartbeat. Her ritual carried on throughout the years. People started to learn and know about what these rituals can do but they only killed and never worked to summon a demon or stop these dreams from happening. They kept going on and on, once a year until the year 2017. People started to stop caring and gave up hope. But now, they reached the point to not even learn about any historical events. Not even the truth of it all. And that was the end of it.