💀Alfonzo💀
We tied the fiend in the cellar. do i have any sympathy? No of course not, this is Sat- i mean a supernatural hunter for pete's sake! How could i feel sympathy for a weak fiend. In the past two hours we lost six people, and locked up one.
There were sixteen left, and twelve and a half hours left.
My plan was on the way of being a succession. but i wont have to worry about the delectable looking souls snitching. Just because i was portraying my story to them.
"Ah, but atlas my head is weary and it is half past eight. and an elegant lady such as myself needs her beauty rest to remain youthful." One of the rich bitchy noblewomen cooed, every so not elegantly, key word not.
As she said that she fainted and a blueish gray wind swept away from her. her spirit. i ran into the nearest closet and opened my briefcase.
I was ready to show these pathetic souls the reason they call me the soul keeper.
I took out my reed flute. i began to play the softest devilish song i had.
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The Game of Souls
ParanormalCain Usher, heir of the Usher earldom, a man living in a haunted manor. February 19, day of celebration for the Usher house. The day of the house's founding. Lindsey Queens, a young writer invited to the ball. Mister E, an older man invited to remov...
