Witch Service Company Teresa, 501S616In a world torn apart by war and desire, Teresa's existence itself is a contradiction. She is both a witch and a nun; she believes in the Lord, but she also bears the power of a witch. However, all this has its starting point...At the edge of a dense forest, there is an ancient monastery. The tall stone walls isolate the outside world from the noise, and the monastery is peaceful and tranquil. Theresa spent the most peaceful time of her life here.She always sat in the library of the monastery, holding the heavy Bible in her hands and reading it word by word. The sunlight shone on her pale face through the tall stained glass windows, as if she was coated with a layer of holy light. Here, she and other nuns prayed, worked, and copied scriptures day after day, living a simple and pious life.Teresa believed that this was the destiny God had arranged for her - to devote her life to Him and stay away from worldly troubles.However, peaceful days are always short-lived.It was a cold winter night. Theresa was on night duty in the church, praying for the lost souls. Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence of the night. Then, screams came one after another, and there was a commotion outside the monastery.Quick! Everyone hide in the church! The headmistress's voice trembled, Witch...witch!Teresa and the other nuns fled to the church in panic, but it was too late. The stone wall of the monastery collapsed with a loud noise, and a dozen dark shadows rushed in. They were wearing black cloaks, hideous masks on their faces, and wielding sharp sickles in their hands. They were not human beings - they were witches.No! No! This is not real... Teresa knelt on the ground, clutching the cross on her chest with both hands, trying to convince herself that this was just a nightmare.However, reality was crueler than the nightmare. The witches slaughtered the nuns crazily. The blood stained the floor red, and the chanting gradually disappeared in the screams. Theresa witnessed everything - her sisters were chopped to the ground, and the Mother Superior tried to raise the cross to resist before she died, but she finally fell in a pool of blood.Lord...please forgive them... Theresa murmured to herself, her voice choked with sobs.Just when she thought she was going to die, a cold hand pressed on her shoulder. A figure stood in front of her - a being that was out of tune with the witches. She was wearing a tattered black robe, and her face was not covered with a mask, but a real human face. Her hair was dark purple, and her eyes were like the bottomless night.Stop! the woman shouted.The witches stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her.Are you crazy? she said, looking at the bodies scattered on the ground. This is a sacred place! Have you forgotten the rules I told you?Theresa looked at the scene in horror. She had never seen such a witch before—neither bloodthirsty as in the legend, nor as crazy as the witches who attacked the monastery. Her eyes seemed to be filled with endless sadness and anger.Come with me, the woman suddenly said to Theresa.Why? Theresa asked tremblingly.Because I don't want to see more innocent people die at the hands of the witch. Her voice was low and firm. If you still want to live, come with me.Teresa did not hesitate for long. She knew that in this crazy world, faith alone could not survive. So she followed the woman and left the ruins of the monastery.In the days that followed, Theresa followed this woman, later learning her name was Ariana, to learn how to use the power of witches. Ariana told her that witches were not servants of the devil, but misunderstood beings. Their power came from nature and an ancient contract, not evil.At first, Theresa was full of doubt and fear about all this. Whenever she tried to touch the magic, she would feel a strong dizziness and nausea. But she knew that this was the only way to protect herself.One night, Aliana took Theresa to an open meadow. The moonlight shone on her pale face, making her look particularly gentle.Remember, Theresa, Ariana whispered, powers are not a curse, but a gift. If you want them, you must desire them, and they will come naturally to you...After that, Aliana bit her hand, blood flowed from her fingers, and the blood on the ground instantly turned into blood-red petals. Theresa seemed to understand the secret - power comes from inner desire, as long as the desire is enough, you can control everything.Under Ariana's guidance, Theresa gradually mastered the power in her body. She could grab objects with her hands, but every time she used her power, she felt a deep sense of guilt. Because when the witch attacked the monastery, she wished she could reach out and take away all the weapons to save everyone.It is because I have no power that everyone died.Theresa kept thinking about this sentence in her mind until a few years later, when she was able to freely manipulate the shape, position and state of the objects she wanted to control.However, as time went on, her desire for power grew stronger. She became addicted to the feeling of being in control and gradually forgot her original choice - to protect the innocent. She wanted to serve the witch purely.Until that day, her desire finally reached its maximum: I want the strongest power.Ariana also gave her a gift - a hammer-head spear.Theresa, this is the last moment. Aliana said, Each witch will have her own medium for casting spells, and this long gun will be yours.The moment Theresa took the long gun with both hands, she felt a strong force penetrate into her palm through the weapon. She realized that this was not her own power - but Ariana's power.Ariana watched in shock as her energy drained away, and she finally realized something - Theresa's desire had surpassed her own. Her desire was so pure and so complete that she was blessed by the source of the true witch's power: it was an endless and unreserved desire - a desire to abandon herself!A moment later, there were only a few flashes of swords and sabers, and Ariana disappeared without a trace, leaving only body parts on the ground. Theresa did not hesitate at all.The hammer-headed spear became her inseparable companion. She was finally alone and could serve her only true god - the power of the witch.Newly developed full silicone-coated body*1Movable eye head sculpt*1Short top*1Long dress*1Cuffed sleeve gloves*2Stockings*2Over-the-knee boots*2Coat*1Nun's hat*1Panties*1Claw-gripping hand poses*2Relaxed hand poses*2Gripping hand poses*2Alloy weapon*1

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