That all changed when Taeyeon met Tiffany. She didn't know it yet, but Tiffany would help her to love herself more and more, to realise that she is not dispensable. Taeyeon shouldn't neglect Taeyeon.

'DONE!' Seohyun squealed and jumped out of her seat on the couch.

'Oh my god, Seo! You scared us!' Sooyoung had a hand gripped to her chest.

Looking around apologetically, Seohyun started to explain herself.

'I'm done translating the pages from High Priestess Darin's grimoire!'

'Really?! Come on, tell us what are the ingredients!' Sunny shrieked in anticipation, significantly raising the level of excitement in the room.

As if feeding off Sunny's energy, all eyes and grins immediately grew wider as the girls waited impatiently for Seohyun to speak.

'It's not explicit. I don't think Darin wanted someone doing the spell, but still felt compelled as a witch to record it down in her grimoire. That's why instead of writing the actual ingredients, she wrote a poem of clues for what we need to do the spell. It goes like this.'

Seohyun lifted the loose leaf paper she had written the translation on and started reading with a steady rhythm.

If you wish to close the gate of fire

The end you seek is noble but dire

I urge you to please think it twice

If you find your power alone will suffice

Let this be a last resort

Lest your whole life loses its firm support

Heed this warning loud and clear

You will lose what you hold dear

But if you choose this path to woo

This is what you have to do

Break the foundation of beast alike

And rob them where their hands are tied

Find the flame you feel within

And search for one that makes a din 

Snatch a patch of fringe for show

And watch your fingers brightly glow

The next will come as a rare design

But just follow strict the payment line

Make sure they shimmer and sparkle today

Or the demons surely shall not go away

Be careful of danger wrapped in beauty

For it may stop you from your duty

Take what is asked as you measure and weigh

Exactly what you need and call it a day

A beast stands between you and your wish

So humbly bow and serve it your dish

Dull the sharpness and stop the bite

Before the beast puts up a fight

Run and make your great escape

Lest it grabs you by the nape

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