TW - abuse

Prologue

How do we judge evil?

I am evil.

I have to be.

I’m not entirely sure why, or what I did, but…

I am evil.

I know that because I am not supposed to be here. 

I’m supposed to be in Hell’s waiting room. 

But here I am, floating around with what I’m sure is the most freedom I’ve ever had whilst I was alive.

I don’t even know how I know that - I remember nothing of my mortal life, but some things I seem to just…inherently know.

Like how I know that I’m dead.

Like how I know that I’m an evil spirit.

And if there is one thing that evil spirits are good at, it’s possessing people. I need to find a host and fast, before the Grim Reapers come after me. Because I’m sure they will - with a break this big, there will have been hundreds of spirits just like me, that were released from Hell’s waiting room.

And somehow, I just…know, how to find the right host. I search for a feeling - one of despair, and fear, and…sadness. I reach all over the city, searching for my host.

And then I find the one.

A soul that is practically begging for help, from anyone that is willing to listen.

I choose that soul.

As soon as I see the body belonging to the soul, I understand why it was so terrified. Would you like help? My soul whispers to hers, and the girl’s soul responds. Not with words, but with a simple feeling. 

Desperation.

And gratitude.

Like finally, all the pain and fear will leave her life. 

Staring at the battered body of the poor soul, a strange feeling tugs at my- at my heart. Apparently I still have one of those, then.

I will help you. I will protect you, and you will never be hurt again, I tell the girl’s soul. Whoever was beating her, bruising her like this…I will never let them hurt her again.

So, instead of possessing her like I intended to do…I do something far more dangerous.

I fuse my soul with hers.

And thankfully, she accepts me. I’m not sure what would happen if our souls didn’t accept each other, but once again my inherent senses tell me that it would not end well for either of our souls.

I have never possessed anyone before, but I immediately know that fusing our souls feels very different. It isn’t as though her body is my own - in fact, I’m not in control whatsoever. Instead, I am just a vault of raw power, locked up in the back of her soul.

Our souls are connected, and I know everything there is to know about this woman.

Scilla Territh, 24. Orphaned. Abused by the man who calls himself her boyfriend. 

I watch as Scilla’s life and memories flow into my mind, and it is…overwhelming.

If I had a body, I would cry at what I saw.

Scilla’s body cries for me.

It’s alright, Scilla. I’m here with you, now. I’ll never let him touch you again.

Never.