To be the subject of another’s desires would in most cases seem flattering, certainly depending on the individual themselves and the direness of the situation at hand.

The Coven was once but a meagre gathering of otherworldly individuals; all fought for their beliefs and had continued to do so for centuries, until their presence could no longer be disregarded. For as the passage of time would grant one the ability to mend and cauterise wounds inflicted upon them by the cruel claws of the past, so would time allow for resentment to boil over in power.

The Celestials would fall, and the old Gods would arise from their eternal slumber.

Such was the goal of the Coven, for it had grown beyond expectation, and though betrayed by Sisters from the past, it was a given that they would rise above such betrayal—for their territory had expanded. Their unyielding claws had branded their claim onto land that was not theirs to claim, furthering their advances and strengthening their ranks, and recruiting those who were deemed worthy.

With each new Sister, their power surged, drawing the attention of those who might oppose them. Whispers of their deeds had spread like wildfire, igniting both fear and fascination among the common folk, while the remaining factions of the old world scrambled to counter the growing threat.

But one ought to know that such stories would entice the bravest of soldiers, or even Hunters, for all desired the glory of halting the advances of a group strong enough to oppose to Celestials.

Note:

I am aware of the fact that there are a lot of tokens, this is because I wished to be as accurate as possible. I will be working on this issue.