Greetings, mortals. Are we halfway there already? Time sure does fly. Do you ever need advice? Who do you turn to? In this story, our protagonist requires some advice. Listen well…
What is the missing ingredient?
I have tried so hard to finish my potion. But, perfection still eludes me. If only I knew what I am missing. Help me, my Mandragora.
I have observed you toiling over your potion. Immortality is no joke, my young sorcerer. You cannot handle it.
You were given to me to aid me in anyway. That was the will of Satan.
Do not presume to know the will of Satan. He is far beyond your meagre comprehension. As for helping you, I will. But remember, you asked for it. Observe me as I reveal the missing ingredient to you.
Yes, of course. This is what I was missing. Now my potion is ready. Here it goes. I guess, tasty was never an option. I do feel it working, though. Immortality! Here I come!
No! No! What is this? Why is everything so huge? Have I shrunk?
Welcome to the family. You are now one of us. A Mandragora, doll of Satan…
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Now that’s where bad advice gets you. Remember, mortals. Always be careful about who you take advice from. You can always ask me, Dr. Bones. I can guarantee you’ll have a long life like me! 😉
Until next time!