Hazel Hunter was the eldest sister of Mama Sante and Madam Helga, and she was also the most powerful witch among them. For years, she had lived deep in the woods, away from others, preferring solitude where she could harness her immense power without interference. But now, an ancient evil was stirring, and the time had come for Hazel to return to the Hunter family manor.

When Hazel arrived at the manor, she found her sisters waiting for her. The three witches knew that they could not defeat the approaching darkness alone. They needed the help of their ancestors—the powerful souls buried in the family graveyard.

On a night when the moon was full, the sisters gathered in the graveyard. Hazel stood at the center, her hands raised to the sky, chanting in an ancient language that made the ground tremble. Mama Sante and Madam Helga joined in, and soon, the spirits of their ancestors began to rise from the earth, glowing with an eerie light. The graveyard came alive with mischief as the spirits, freed from their graves, floated around the sisters, filling them with strength and power.

But the graveyard wasn’t the only place that had awakened. The large, abandoned Hunter house—once home to generations of their family—was now alive with ghosts. The windows glowed with a pale light, and the air crackled with supernatural energy. The house was filled with restless spirits, their whispers echoing through the halls.

The sisters knew that a great battle was coming. They entered the house, the spirits of their ancestors following close behind. The grand hall was the heart of the house, and it was there that they prepared to face the Demon, the embodiment of the darkness they had sensed.

The air grew colder as the sisters began their ritual, drawing on the power of the spirits around them. The ground shook, and with a deafening roar, the floor of the grand hall split open, revealing a chasm of fire and darkness. From the depths of the chasm, the Demon emerged, his eyes burning with malevolence, and behind him came the hounds of hell, snarling and snapping.

The sisters stood firm, summoning their magic to create a barrier around them. The spirits of their ancestors fought alongside them, holding the hounds at bay, but the Demon was relentless. He hurled waves of fire at the sisters, but they deflected the flames with their combined power.

In the midst of the battle, something went unnoticed. Behind the sisters, in the shadow of the grand hall, stood young Mary Annette. She was small, barely more than a child, but she held in her hand a simple coin that pulsed with a hidden power. The sisters, believing her to be too young and inexperienced, had unknowingly protected her throughout the fight.

As the Demon advanced, Mary Annette stepped forward. The coin in her hand was no ordinary object—it was a seal, holding a piece of the Demon’s essence. She realized that the key to defeating the Demon lay within the coin, but using it would require all of their combined strength.

The sisters formed a circle around Mary Annette, channeling their magic through her. The coin began to glow with a blinding light as the power within it was unleashed. The Demon roared in fury, but it was too late. The energy from the coin exploded outward, and the Demon’s form shattered into a million pieces, his essence drawn back into the coin.

The battle was over. The spirits of their ancestors faded into the ether, and the house grew silent once more. The sisters, exhausted but victorious, gathered around Mary Annette, realizing that she was the true source of their victory. Together, they had faced the darkness and emerged triumphant, but they knew their work was not done.

As for the coin, it was sealed away, its power dormant, waiting for the day it might be needed again.