"We all know witches can grant wishes. Everyone discusses what those wishes can be, but no one ever talks about the price, as if witches truly ask nothing of us. In truth, a small number of those who have wished upon a witch lose an extremely important emotional capacity, as far as they themselves are concerned: a priest's compassion, a poet's empathy, a lover's capacity for love and hate. We call this phenomenon impairment."
"Witches really can grant any wish you make. But in exchange, they strip away a fragment of your soul, consuming some of your memories and feelings. Those will be gone forever, never to be recovered."
"They feed on souls. They are an impure race that profanes the soul."
From the manuscript On Witches
Years later, while sorting through his family's collection of books, Dicoa casually leafed through this outdated, obsolete work. When he reached this passage, he couldn't help remarking, "When I was little, I really thought witches fed on souls."
One of his guardians chimed in, "I thought so too when I was little."
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"But if witches fed on souls, I'd be willing to offer mine to him."
Hearing this, Dicoa's other guardian, who was also his supervisor, rolled his eyes in a remarkably discreet yet exasperated way. "Thanks, but I don't eat souls."
Witch x Archmage
Wengsenna Shazhak x Sipaixieer Abugefen
Fake dominant pursuer, beautiful gong and handsome shou
I'm not good at summarizing the setting, so I'll leave the blurb at that for now.
I wanted to write about a young father raising a child, but somehow it turned into him raising a child while pursuing his wife (in my books, the gong is the wife!).
Warning: There's a tiny bit of "I cuckold myself" plot, so run if that's a dealbreaker.
Dicoa isn't their biological child, and his background might be a little melodramatic.
Theme: There will always be someone who loves you
