The Offering

Freya Nyx is not the witch they warned children about.
She is worse.
She does not heal broken hearts, bless weddings, or sell harmless charms under moonlight. She takes contracts. She names prices. She solves the problems people are too frightened, too guilty, or too desperate to bring anywhere else.
A missing wife who was not taken.
A curse old enough to remember blood before language.
A door left open in the dark.
A debt no one living wants to claim.
A god patient enough to wait centuries for the right witch to notice.
Freya moves through each contract with black magic, colder judgment, and a code no one sane would mistake for mercy. She does not lie. She does not apologize. She does not save people unless saving them happens to be part of the bargain.
But the deeper she follows the work, the clearer the pattern becomes.
The contracts are not random. The dead are restless. The Old Covens are hiding something. The Demon Courts are watching too closely. And somewhere beneath the ordinary world, something ancient has begun arranging itself around her name.
Freya has spent her life collecting debts.
Now the dark may be collecting her.