Hello everyone, this series will be diving into Nessira's darker years. Do not expect a happy ending from these chapters as this is Nessira dealing with the heartbreak of losing Sebastian and taking her revenge on mankind for it. There will be more to come from Lilith's emporium don't worry, but just giving this warning as some of my readers like the happier stories. Please read the "Night with Nessira" stories to learn more about Sebastian's death and what lead to this. This story also takes place before the "Curse of Tinera".
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Centuries ago only a few weeks after the massacre caused by the Red Witch of Raven hill in a town not too far away, a young man named Jeremiah had just had a few drinks and was leaving the little pub in his village which he frequented often. The dirt road in front of him was hard to walk as he was drunk and tripping a little as he headed home. He stopped for a moment leaning against the nearest wall holding himself up trying to get his bearings when he saw someone walking towards him.
"Looks like someone had a little too much to drink." A blonde woman said to him with a smile.
"Nothing I can't handle Madam." He said standing back up.
"Maybe you could use some help, I have a place nearby where you can get some rest." She said taking his hand and helping him walk.
Jeremiah was confused about who this woman was and why she was helping him. He was drunk but he couldn't help but notice how attractive she was smiling at him. Her blonde hair made her look heavenly as she took him to the door if a house he had thought belonged to someone else but couldn't remember who.
As he walked upstairs she helped him to bed letting him get comfortable as she pulled off his boots. As she bent over he got an amazing view of her cleavage as it was being pushed up by the corset she was wearing. His head was spinning a bit as he laid back against the pillow. The woman had noticed him looking at her chest which only made her smile a bit.
"How are you feeling?" She asked placing a damp cloth in his head.
"I feel a lot better actually, thank you miss?"
"You can call me Miss Ravenhill." She said still placing the cloth along his face.
"What a nice name my lady, I feel like I have heard it before though?"
"I am not from around here, I just arrived a few days ago."
"I see, well I am glad you are here. So where are you from?"