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recite your prayers in the dead of night
Posted on November 27, 2025 at 11:05:38 PM by W I † C H E

† recite your prayers in the dead of night †

Witche had woken when the first rays of the rising sun shone across her face. Blinking the last remnants of sleep from her eyes the world around her came back into focus. Sand and cacti. Yet another day of mind numbing captivity in the Desert. How long has it been now? Six months? Nine months? She couldn’t remember anymore, Witche couldn’t count that high. It’s a good thing she was already insane or she would have been driven mad by now.

Carefully she got back onto her hooves and looked down at her mud coloured daughter still sleeping peacefully in a tight curl. There was still the twisted urge in the back of her dark mind to kill the little whelp. It would be so easy, just one or two hooves to that tiny skull and that would be the end of this burden of motherhood. Fortunately the maniacal mother reminded herself that her daughter was more beneficial to her alive. She could be a valuable piece to trade when she was older, even with her underwhelming appearance. Beside the fact there was no telling what Lucifer would do if he discovered that Witche had given birth and then cruelly dispatched his child.

For a moment Witche contemplated waking Magika but she decided she would move faster without the young filly slowing her down. She was going to confront the queen of the Desert and demand their freedom. Her imprisonment had lasted long enough. The palomino mare searched high and low across the barren landscape for hours but she couldn’t find a trace of the white haired queen. Finally, with a frustrated huff, she gave up and headed towards the border. If her captor wasn’t going to keep a watchful eye over her then she wasn’t going to stick around. In her agitated state she completely forgot to collect her daughter. And even if she did spare a thought for poor Magika she wasn’t going back. If Lucifer wanted the filly he could go and get her himself.

With her head and tail held high she sauntered back into the Dunes. She could have taken this opportunity to escape to one of the other islands but Witche had grown somewhat fond of the rugged and inhospital landscapes of Salem. Announcing her return with a loud call she wondered who would be the first to ‘welcome’ her home.


W I † C H E

mare - five years - dunes - mother to magika (x lucifer)
Image from Digimon Survive



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