She stood in the center of the circle, and they placed the black iron crown upon her head. The shadows at the circumference cheered and called. Some whispered prayers to mad gods and other sinister forces. Just for tonight, the witches had a queen.
They awaited her command as she contemplated the wickedness she could accomplish with her coven. There was so much dark magic she could weave, so much chaos to unleash. It would be a night to remember.
But first, they would have cake and ice cream. The witches loved a birthday party and always celebrated one properly.

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