Sabrinathehungrywitch -

One night, a knock came at her door.

Sabrina the Hungry Witch did not become good that night. She did not become kind. But she became still . sabrinathehungrywitch

But the hunger only grew.

She had been a lonely child, raised in a coven that valued silence over sweetness. Her mother was a high priestess who spoke in spells, not lullabies. Her father was a shadow that left before she learned his name. So Sabrina learned early: the world takes. To keep anything—love, warmth, a moment of peace—you had to swallow it whole. One night, a knock came at her door