Let's get right to it....
I sold my soul...
I made a deal with the devil, And that's most of what I remember. Everything in my life that happened before I made my deal is fog now.
I lived in a nice house but the address comes up as a blank. I had friends, Yet I can't remember their names. And I had parents, But their faces are a mystery...
I expect most people would be furious... But how can you be angry over something you can't remember?
How can you miss friends you haven't seen in forever, when you don't remember any of the time you spent together or any of the special moments you shared?
I don't really know why I've started this diary. Maybe so I'll know who- or rather what I am, in case I forget again. I'm not sure what I'll write about, everything that pops into my head I guess.
I guess I'll start from the beginning of my memory. It was only a few years ago.
let's get on with the story.
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Diary of a Red Reaper
ParanormalThe secret diary of a young man who sold his soul to the devil and became a powerful and deadly Red Reaper. Read of his secrets, thoughts, experiences and battles within these pages and travel into a story unlike any other told before.
