>>>>Part 2
Once I left the house, I went to a homeless shelter. It was easy enough to fit in; ruffled hair, baggy clothing and somewhat of a stench. I grossed myself out.
I showered and ate. I didn't talk. Socializing would only make matters worse. I might get close to someone. That wouldn't be good.
I got out of the shelter as fast as possible and made my way to the nearest crossroads. While studing mythology, I came across a book that spoke about crossroads demons, how you could make deals with them to get what you want. I thought long and hard about this day.
So, I eventually came across one. I buried my item, and a black cloud of smoke appeared. Out of it came a man. He called himself Crowley. He told me I was special. Like I hadn't heard that before. Crowley said he would give me whatever I wanted, if I became a demon and vowed to work under him.
I didn't understand why wanted me to work with him. I was just some girl who was having a rough time. Life. I was having a rough life.
Crowley gave me to the count of three to make a decision. Of course, being the fool that I am, I made the damn deal. One of the worst things I ever did. And perhaps one of the best.
What did I want you ask? You'll know soon enough.
Moving on. Once I agreed to Crowley's deal, he stashed my soul in a box. He just, took it. Soon after, I felt a sudden rush of power go through me. Crowley held out a mirror and when I looked, I was terrified. I didn't have a soul, so I didn't know how I felt emotion, but I did. My eyes were black.
I was damned for hell.
