Dark tides of the moonUpdated at Feb 17, 2021, 00:51
It was an unexpected wave of evil that washed over me and filled my body to a point where I was suffocating, I felt the cold, black, thick shards fill my lungs. I felt so cold as the sweat drenched my entire body, my skin felt as if it was tearing off my bones and I was being stretched out like toffee. The pain forced loud screams that had woken up the entire institute. Sister Grace ran through the convent to my rescue but when she had entered my room she was horrified by what she saw and had instructed everyone to leave my room and lock the door while she called the priest, she had told him that I was Satan in the flesh. Now by then my entire body was raised to the roof and covered in a cold , black, sharp liquid that rotated around me like a forcefield, when the priest had arrived the force had started to spin around me like a penny on a table and then poof exploded along with me just like that gone. No one really know what happened that night, how it stared, and the question remained where I went and was I alive…. What had caused such a sweet little orphan to be consumed by such evil.
The priest returned to the Vatican City to deliver the disturbing news to the Pope. “You must find this demon and bring it to me, so we may destroy the evil within her”. So, every priest high and low called upon their men of God to hunt me down and bring me to the Pope so I may face my Judgement.