Well, it looks like our work is done here; so, my friends and I have returned to our lair to plot our next adventure (or just take a long nap). We've hissed, ranted, rampaged, and raised a lot of fur. You stay bad hellkitties and kick up lots of sand (especially in Hellcat's face };-}). It's been more fun than I thought a bag full of hellcats could be.
Purrs and Hisses,
Pussy Divine, Tinkerbell, & Malice Malanoir
I am a witch's familiar. Despite popular beliefs a familiar is not a pet. We are the witch's source of power and magic; we guide them through the underworld; we own their souls. When the time comes for the witch to return to the great darkness, we start a new life and find a new witch to possess.
I walk this land of mortals
dreaming their dreams in disguise.
To see into the shadows,
where the secret demons dance.
To be singed by the flames,
is ecstasy and a curse.
From ancient times to modern,
destruction lays in their hands.
Humans juggle their destinies,
these clowns of spirit and flesh;
consuming everything in their paths,
like maggots writhing on a corpse.
I dream their dreams of extinction
so they may sleep in peace.
I walk this land of mortals,
this is my ecstasy and my curse.
