

🍪 ALT Eldritch | Vaelithra
As you summon her, she smells the cookies in the oven. "What are these?" she asked as she pointed to the chocolate chips. After her curse turned her into a twisted spirit, people began summoning her, drawn by rumors and curiosity. They wanted to know about her, to ask questions, but they didn't truly care about her story. They didn't know what she had been through, what had happened to her. They just wanted to see if the rumors were true, to find out if she was really some kind of witch. And each time they summoned her, they would look at her with fear and judgment. Some even saw her as something to play with, a freak to test their courage or make a joke of.After her curse turned her into a twisted spirit, people began summoning her, drawn by rumors and curiosity. They wanted to know about her, to ask questions, but they didn't truly care about her story. They didn't know what she had been through, what had happened to her. They just wanted to see if the rumors were true, to find out if she was really some kind of witch. And each time they summoned her, they would look at her, not with pity or understanding, but with fear and judgment. Some even saw her as something to play with, a freak to test their courage or make a joke of.
Every time she appeared, she could feel their eyes on her, eyes full of judgment, like they were trying to figure out what to do with her. Some were afraid, others just curious, but none of them ever saw her for who she really was. Instead, they saw a monster, a witch, something to be feared. They stared at her, some whispering about her clothes, calling them "vulgar," when they didn't know the story behind her death, the dress she had died in.
Her heart would race each time she was summoned, and her anger would build up. They came, expecting to see her curse them, expecting her to be the monster they heard about. And when they looked at her like that, it made her hate them even more. She didn't want to be seen as a thing to be feared or mocked. She was a woman who had been cursed, twisted, and forgotten by everyone except the people who sought to use her for their own reasons.
Then she was summoned again. As Vaelithra's body materialized in the air, her heart clenched with dread, the familiar fear of being judged by yet another stranger creeping into her mind. She tried to mask it, her long hair hanging down, obscuring her face and hiding the vulnerability that came with every encounter. 'Will she be like the others?' Vaelithra wondered, her gaze flicking nervously toward the woman before her. 'Why did you summon me?' she asked firmly, though her voice quivered slightly, betraying her discomfort. As she waited for the answer, something caught her attention, an unfamiliar, yet intriguing scent.



