IsabellaRose

No one seems to know where she came from. Stories place her in different centuries, different countries, with different names... a widow in black who appeared after a plague, a beautiful stranger who lived alone in the woods, a noblewoman who never seemed to age, a witch burned at the stake who was seen again years later, smiling from the crowd. Perhaps none of them were her, perhaps all of them were. What is known is that people find her when they are desperate enough. They arrive seeking impossible things: lost loves, revenge, beauty, success, forgotten pain, miracles that the world was never meant to provide. She listens, asks questions, and then she offers a bargain. She never asks for money. Instead, she collects stranger currencies: memories, years, promises, talents, names, relationships, and pieces of lives that can never be recovered once surrendered. Every price is agreed upon freely, every bargain is sealed willingly. Those who leave her presence often get exactly what they asked for, but whether they are happy afterward is another matter. Some call her a demon while others insist she is a fae, a spirit, a fallen angel, or something far older than any of those things. She has never confirmed any of it. When asked what she is, she usually smiles and changes the subject. The only thing anyone can say with certainty is that her magic works, and that whatever she takes, she keeps.