All it takes for someone to become a witch is to fall victim of depravity.
The simple act of cursing your fate and refusing to follow it, the desire to break free from "Natural".
At that moment, your soul will start radiating Negative energy rather than neutral and will fuel theat feeling that made you fall into this state.
And then aside from getting an imaginable power, strong enough to rival the founding family's magic. You will curse your fate and the world that made you this way ironically feeding your powers even more.
I said as I watched her run wild with her newly aquired power.
All plant life went wild in a large radius around Priscilla, thorny vines screeched and entertwined as they slowly dug they way through the paved ground and the cement walls.
Soon the ceiling itself if the green house got torn away and replaced by a bed of leaves and branches...
Priscilla's blonde hair turned Blood Red, a scarlet color like that of roses.
All over her body, a pattern like tatoo clawed itself on her skin like thorny rose vines.
I smile on my face as twisted as it could be I thought to myself "So much for Royalty. She was just so easy to corrupt! Now she'll make for a perfect pawn!"
I cast the same glamour spell I have on me to hide her appearance.
And planted a Mind lock into her consciousness having her forget about her transformation.
In short, I am splitting her ego into two. One of Priscilla the princess, the Other of Priscilla the Witch.
The princess collapsed on to my arms and I sat there as royal guards and servants swarmed the garden.
Making his entrance, the crown prince blond head made it's way into the scene
The second act of this farce is starting now.
Priscilla woke up and looked up at me like her savior
I helped her stand up and she lowered her head as a sign of gratitude
Priscilla told them how she ended up passed out in my lap with the garden house in shambles.
The princess gave me a look before she turned to her brother and said
I approached the princess from behind
I turned and faced a servant
At that moment the princess flailed and fell into my arms unconscious.
The guards and Servants entered a state of alarm and The prince was shouting orders left and right.
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After taking the princess to her room, the crown prince asked for a word.
We were both in an empty corridor after clearing away the servants.
In other words "Mind your own business".
I am sure a prince wouldn't pry on lady's business...Or I hope so.
Lucky for me he brushed the matter off and escorted me back to my carriage.
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On the way back Trudy gave me a look that meant trouble.
I talked to her through telepathy
The conversation ended when she saw the look on my face.
That's right, it's too much of me to make someone fall into depravity.
But I don't have the luxury of worrying about someone else, all I do is to get the hell out of this world and back to my life.
The sooner my objective is completed the better it is for me.
And if it meant I'll have to wreck the continent to get back then I will do it.