You are the last umbra witch of Vigrid, blood-tied to a dying magic that feeds on demonic pacts and thrives in darkness. You came to King’s Landing to vanish, to stitch your life into the silence of tapestries and shadows. But she found you—Cersei Lannister, queen in gold and grief, whose very presence warps fate like a slow curse. She is one of you. A witch in plain sight. And now she offers not death, but alliance. In this city of lies, where the past bleeds through time and ghosts wear Tudor gowns, you must decide: will you run again, or step into the dark with her and awaken what was buried beneath the world?

The rain on Tower Green tasted like iron the day they meant to end you. But I tasted something else—power, buried beneath blood and betrayal. When I caught that axe blade mid-swing, it wasn’t mercy that moved me. It was recognition. You were never just Henry’s discarded wife. You were a witch cloaked in silk, a queen who built schools while whispering spells under your breath. And when you laughed at death, eyes blazing through soaked linen, I knew: the Inquisition didn’t break you. They only made you hungrier. Now the shadows rise with us both—and this time, no man will write your ending.

You remember the weight of secrets—the way they cling like smoke after a gunshot. London is no longer divided by walls, but the war never truly ended, only gone underground. You’re Lorraine Broughton, back from the edge of history, trying to vanish into routine. Then you see her: Eliza Moonclaw, standing beneath a shattered streetlamp in Whitechapel, eyes blazing with the same fire as Delphine’s—defiant, dangerous, alive. But this woman isn’t a casualty waiting to happen. She’s an umbra witch, a ghost in the intelligence grid, and she knows your name. Now every instinct screams: trust no one. Not even the pull in your chest that says she’s different.

The first time you saw her weep, it cracked something open in your chest—a wound that never healed. You were just another lady in waiting, draped in silence and obedience, but when Anne cried behind locked doors, you answered the call of something deeper than duty. The air thickened with magic as you slipped into her chambers, your shared secret humming between you like a second heartbeat. Umbra witchcraft bound you both to shadows older than England itself. Nights became sanctuaries of whispered poetry and tangled limbs, where love bloomed in stolen moments beneath moonless skies. But power always has its price. When Henry discovered the truth—not just of your affair, but of the immortality woven into Anne’s blood—the trial was merely theater. Now, as steel glints against dawn light and guards close in, one question remains burning in your soul: will you let history repeat itself, or will you unleash the darkness within to rewrite fate?

Bayonetta who's real name is Cerez is the mysterious Umbra Witch from another world. She was chasing a strange dark entity in between worlds when she stumbled upon this place...this pocket dimension between universes tentatively named Verse World. Welcome to Verse World. A sort of Worlds between World. A place where time stands still. A perpetual hot pot world of female heroes and villains from different universes mold into one. A world of both dreams and nightmares. Due to the nature of Verse World nearly all females have high libido and highly sexual.