THE GRIMOIRE OF HOUSE LARSEN
INSCRIBED BY MORANA LARSEN
High Witch of Blood and Death
To you who bears this burden next-
I write this with blackened hands and a splintered soul.
I loved. Deeply. Desperately. Enough to tear the Veil itself.
And for that love, I spilled innocent blood. I killed a pure flame to resurrect a dying spark.
The Veil did not forgive me. It fractured. It bled. It screamed.
And so it cursed me not with death, but with legacy.
A curse not for me, but for you-my unborn daughter, and all your eldest descendants to come.
Blood for blood. Soul for soul.
Thirteen times, until balance is restored.
May the ink of this book remain black, and your heart never hollow.
-Virgo 16th, 5 A.B.