Liza sat in front of her mirror, staring at the reflection. She had always been proud and confident, but now she felt ugly with sagging skin that didn't look like hers anymore; it was as if someone else's face were looking back from within those aging eyes peering out across wrinkles-filled brows above thin lips decorated by lines around nose bridge & mouth. Lizas' 37th birthday party seemed weeks ago. Instead, time seems to have caught up. Then, the crush of her dreams, Jason, reminded her that father time was catching up with her.

"The lines under your eyes make you look like a sexy Shar Pei. You're still gorgeous, but I can tell you're getting old."

Liza held back tears as she reached into her purse to apply another layer of concealer under her eyes. It was true; she was getting old. All her friends from college had husbands, children, and careers. Liza had nothing except a job at the local bookstore and an empty apartment. It took months of overtime to afford the lavish birthday she wanted.

She thought back to her days as a cheerleader in high school. Then, she was the envy of every girl and the object of desire for every boy. Now, at 37, she felt invisible. Men didn't look at her twice; women no longer saw her as competition.

Liza was desperate to find a way to turn back the clock. She tried every new fad diet and miracle skin cream on the market, but nothing worked. She even considered cosmetic surgery, but that was too expensive, and she wasn't sure she could trust a doctor not to botch her face.

“I need to find a way to stop this,” she said as she got up from the vanity and began pacing around her small apartment. Then, in desperation, Liza turned to glamour magic. She spent hours pouring over spellbooks.

“Maybe that's the answer,” she thought to herself as she began to search online for beauty spells.

She read article after article and watched video after video until she understood the basics well. Then, she got to work crafting her own spells.

Liza spent hours upon hours casting spells, beseeching the universe for help. Finally, her skin began to look smoother and more youthful, and her hair became shinier and fuller. She was thrilled.

The only downside was that the spells required her to use some blood, making her feel a bit uneasy. But she was willing to do whatever it took to keep her youth and beauty. Liza sought animal blood for the ritual and found a beautiful bunny hopping across her yard. Liza had always loved animals, so this bunny seemed the perfect candidate. She followed it into the woods, where she found a secluded spot to perform the spell.

As she began to chant the words of the spell, she felt a dark presence begin to materialize around her. First, she could see the bunny's eyes go black as it stared at her. Then, it suddenly leaped at her, its teeth sharp and deadly.

Liza screamed as the bunny began to savage her flesh. She felt its teeth tearing into her skin and its claws raking across her body. She tried to fight back, but it was too strong.

Then, she felt something else enter her body, and she was filled with unspeakable terror. The bunny's eyes turned red as it continued to attack her. Liza knew that whatever possessed the animal was now inside of her.

She could feel the dark magic coursing through her veins and knew she would never be the same again. But maybe, this was the price she must pay to look 20 again? After fainting from the attack, she awoke to find herself in her living room.

Liza's friends were astonished at the transformation. They could hardly believe that the beautiful young woman before them was the same person they had known for years. Liza was finally happy to finally have her youth and beauty back, but she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about the dark magic coursing through her veins. She knew that this was only the beginning.

For weeks, Liza continued to cast spells to manage her youthful beauty. But then, one night, she went to sleep and had the most horrifying dream. She dreamt of looking in the mirror and seeing her face wrinkle and sag. She watched in horror as her once beautiful features became twisted and grotesque. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

She woke up covered in sweat with her heart racing. It took her a few moments to calm down, but when she did, she realized that the dream had felt all too real. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash water on her face. But when she looked in the mirror, she saw that her skin was already beginning to wrinkle and sag.

Her hair fell out in clumps, and her eyes were sunken and dark. It was happening, just like in her dream. The dark magic was wearing off too soon. Liza was horrified. She had to find a way to reverse the spell before it was too late. But she didn't know how.

She spent the next few days frantically searching for a solution. Still, She couldn't find anything until one day; she stumbled upon a forum on the deep dark web. "Midnight of Lilith" is where she found a community of people practicing dark magic and worshipping Lilith. And Liza was told this deity could assist her with glamour magic. But she had to make a sacrifice: give up her soul to Lilith. And she would have to do it willingly.

Liza was desperate and decided that she had nothing to lose. So, she performed the ritual and summoned Lilith. She made her offer, and Lilith accepted. Liza knew she had to try it. Even if it meant descending further into the darkness, Liza had to find a way to save herself. But as Liza felt the dark goddess enter her body, she realized too late that she had made a mistake.

The dark magic now coursing through her veins was more potent than ever, and she could feel herself changing. She was no longer human; she was entirely different, but she was once again young and beautiful.

Keeping Lilith satisfied required more than Liza realized. She performed the spells and rituals with reckless abandon. Blood sacrifices, dark offerings, nothing was too extreme. The cost of her beauty was her soul, and she knew it. But she couldn't stop; she was addicted to the power and attention.

Liza had become a monster, but she didn't care. That was as long as she remained young and beautiful, but Liza had changed. The experience had left her feeling cold and empty inside. And she knew that she would never be able to forget the things she had to do to be beautiful again. The thoughts alone made her puke. She didn't want to cut out the homeless man's tongue, but if she refused Lilith's orders, she would make her cut out hers.

Liza fell into a deep depression as she fought with the spirit of Lilith inside of her. She became distant from her friends and family, spending hours staring at herself in front of the mirror. She was disgusted with what she had become but couldn't break free from Lilith's hold. Then, one day, she decided that she had had enough. She couldn't go on living like this. So, she took a knife and slit her wrists.

As she bled out, she could feel Lilith leaving her body. And as she took her last breath, she saw the spirit of the dark goddess disappear into the shadows. But even in death, Liza was consumed by thoughts of her appearance. She knew her loved ones would shed tears at her funeral and wondered how she would look.

The funeral was a somber affair. Liza's loved ones were all gathered to say their final goodbyes, but one person was there that didn't quite fit in. They were standing off the side, snap-chatting on their phone and taking pictures of the proceedings. No one paid much attention until they took pictures of Liza's body in the casket. That's when people began to get uneasy.

Someone finally approached the person and asked them what they were doing. They replied, "I'm just taking pictures for Lilith. She'll want to see how her handiwork turned out."

The funeral attendees were horrified. They realized then that Liza hadn't just taken her own life - she had made a deal with a demon.

The pictures of Liza's funeral were uploaded to the Midnight of Lilith forum with great fanfare. The community members were thrilled to see the results of her dark pact. They congratulated the person who had taken the pictures and praised Lilith for her work.

Some of the more squeamish members were disturbed by the sight of Liza's body in the casket, but most found it simply fascinating. To them, she was a martyr for the cause of beauty. They saw her as a brave woman who had made the ultimate sacrifice to remain young and beautiful.

Others saw her as a cautionary tale. This is a reminder that there is always a price to be paid for dabbling in the dark arts. But they couldn't deny that she looked terrific, even in death.

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