I died June 22, 1956; I was only 21 years old when I died. I was supposed to be sent to burn in hell but even worse my judgement was to let my soul roam the earth like a ghost. A lifeless silhouette of death and agony. My tortured soul was doomed to an afterlife worse than hell my only solution was to inhabit a body. I roam the earth for decades looking for the perfect vessel.being
a demon isn't all it's cracked up to be I can't just inhabit any body I want to ,it needs to be a body that has no soul or only has little soul left. I don't need to take take control of it I just need to place myself in there until I can find a way to cross over. The soul or what little soul. That person has left will never know I'm there. After decades and centuries of roaming the earth I finally found the perfect vessel.Her name was willow, willow gray
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Consuming Darkness
ParanormalWillow gray had a normal life aside from the fact that she was an orphan that no one cared about but She's about to find out that someone cares about her and is willing to do anything to keep her safe. even if that someone is using her as a vessel...
