Her beloved son had fallen ill with an incurable malady. Despairing at the utter impotence of man-made remedies and having exhausted all other options, the witch made a pact with a demon. An eerie voice floated from the magic rune she had drawn. "If you wish to save your son, your heart is the price." Her eyes full of solemn resolve, the witch gazed up at the sky... the fresh wound carved into her chest bespeaking her sacrifice.