“As the pieces of the broken mirror lay scattered throughout the Hell’s Gates, a reflection is spotted within one. The shade that appears within it looks hazy, and ethereal, yet it remains visible so the witness can see… As the demons gather around to play with the sharp fragments, the one inhabited by the shade sends out a warmth that makes the demons shiver. They all wonder, in awe, and then turn around to flee… Too late for them… The shade extends its hands and as a twirling mist comes from it, it gets out of the mirror and engulfs the demons, making them fall one by one…”
-Memoirs of a Witch… by Kymill