There is nothing really to say about hell. It's just, well, hell. Crawling out was harder than one would think. I had no clue what I would be when I surfaced, or what I would do. I just needed to get out of there.
I was only ten when I had died, but I had still done some serious stuff. Killing your family and then yourself tends to damn one's soul for eternity.
I broke out as a cloud of black smoke. Lights flickered and I went towards the outside. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, but something told me I needed to get inside a person. So I did. I found a kid about to jump off a bridge and zipped right in. It was intresting for both of us. I zipped in right as she fell. At first there was a voice.
Then it was gone. I guess I had this body to myself. I think I heard other people down there call it a vessel. I'm not sure, but I did know one thing, I wasn't feeling any pain. It was a pleasant experience. Now I just need to find out where I am, the date, and I guess a place to stay.
How hard could this possession thing be?
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Authors Notes are almost harder to write than the actual story. Like just talking to an audience that you don't really know is there.
I know it's short but the chapters will get longer, I think. Well, I hope.
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Young Demons
FanfictionI had died. Been to hell. And then I crawled up...as a demon. I had no clue what I was doing. Until I came across the Winchesters - Dean and Castiel. Let me tell you, a newbie demon, against demon hunters is not a good thing. Until, of course, thei...
