The Coven of Cagliasaro

Immortality and Magic. A curse or a gift? She would have many lifetimes to wield them and find out.
Aella and the coven had fled.
Their only solace was each other. Was their destination another viper's nest of hate? Or would Cagliasaro be a place where their kind was accepted? The magic of the mountain had drawn them to it. An ancient portal of power.
She could feel the potency of the elemental magic thrumming through her veins. But she dared not unleash it again, not without the other's help. For who knew what might happen this time? The deaths of the innocent weighed heavily on her mind.
Evil nestles at the foot of the mountain, housed in the Castello di Calvane. As a woman within those walls, your will would never be your own.
The coven could not stand by and bear witness to the fate of their new friends. Fear caged them, but witching would release them.
It was time for a reckoning.
Time for the Inquisition and its witch hunters to become the hunted.