⚠️ WARNING:
THIS STORY INCLUDES SUBJECT OF ABORTION/MISCARRIAGE, SUICIDE, DEMONS, AND SPIRITUAL POSSESSION. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THOSE SUBJECTS, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!⚠️
Many never take into account what it's like to be truly haunt...
Since getting back to Inferno with Idris, Bey held herself in the sanctuary of her own quarters.
She went over every single detail of Normani's life again so she'd know what she'd be working with once it came time to possess her.
The only companion who frequently visited her was the owl she brought home from the surface world.
The more he got used to the dark realm, the more evolved his body became. What was once a regular owl, was now a full-grown bird of flames. Bey gave him the name Taron. He's been glued to her side ever since.
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Once it came time to go back to Purgatory to initiate the imprint completion, Bey sensed a change in atmosphere.
She had no idea what was going to happen, but she could tell that things were going to start changing.
She made it to Purgatory, the realm keepers already preparing her room. Upon entering, Normani's soul released that enchanting sigh before smiling Bey's way.
"Hi, Babybird," the blonde greeted. "After today, things are gonna be a little different..."
Beyoncé made herself comfortable before getting behind the ebony's soul, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her cheek before an image of what she was seeing appeared.
The blonde honed in on Normani's body, eventually being able to see, hear, and feel everything just as much as her.
She grimaced as she looked around, realizing that the girl was at bible study.
The pastor of the church was in the middle of a sermon, his words only annoying Beyoncé the more she sat there.
His delivery turned her all the way off.
Just like any other preacher, this man came off as "holier than thou" and very judgmental. How anyone could stand being in his presence was a mystery to Bey, especially since she could tell that the man had a few skeletons hiding in his own closet.
She looked around and observed who was in the congregation. It was a good mix of young and old, with a few newborns here and there.
It wasn't until her sights set on the dread-headed woman that she began smiling to herself.
She had a plan on what she wanted Normani to do, and the pastor's persistent yelling only fueled her fire.
"Nowadays," he said, "men are in 'love' with men, and women with women. Those people will swear up and down that what they're feelin' is real. I'm here to tell you, it's not! We're livin' in an age where perverse spirits are runnin' rampant and attacking our young people left and right! What they think is love, is lust!"
