Ordinary

, he was just another man in a black trench coat, his silver hair tied back, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses even at night. But beneath this veneer, he was a witch of ancie

d or banish the infernal. It was on this particular evening, under the moon's silver glow, that he found himself in an alley behind an abandoned theater. His latest quarry, a lesser demon with eyes like burning coals, lay vanqu

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nder centuries of cynicism and solitude. The mere thought of her alive sent his heart racing with a mixture of hope and dread. Aiden made his way to a small, esoteric bookstore in Greenwich Village, a place known in certain circles for its connection

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ic demeanor cracking like thin ice underfoot. Elara nodded,

sealed away. She's in Brooklyn, running a café of

ld as time itself, was known to covet power, and what better way to harness it than through the bloodline of two of the most potent witches in history? His mind

hrough the window, laughter on her lips, her hair a cascade of dark waves-Chantel, unchanged by time, her essence vibrant, a stark contrast to the

," she whispered, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the table. "Then we must unlock those memories," Aiden said, determination hardening his features. "For our children's sake, for our future." Chantel agreed, not out of belief but out of a deep-seated instinct that urged her to trust him. That night, after the café closed and the city quieted down, they began the ritual. They used the backroom of the café, where the air was thick with the scent of sage and other magical herbs. The ritual required trust, magic, and a love that had never truly died, just slept beneath layers of spells and time. Aiden drew a circle of salt on the floor, placing candles at each cardinal point. He chanted ancient spells, his voice resonant with power, while Chantel held the locket that had once been a symbol of their union. The locket pulsed with a light that matched the rhythm of their beating hearts. But as they prepared, the shadows around them grew darker. The room