Chapter 12

‘Those who encountered the beast, come to me.’

Hearing the beautiful lustrous voice, the soul of the young man drifted out from its earthly macabre looking body. Eyes pecked out by crows, intestines laying on the ground, soiled and eaten by foxes, wild animals.

‘Come to me, come to me.’ The beautiful voice sang.

The light blue soul turned dark. The sins, the transgressions and the wickedness the soul had endured overruled its purity. Turning it into a ghoul.

‘Come!’

It followed the whispers. The alluring sound. A promise of sanctuary, and the voice of the songstress was seemingly laced with beautiful promises. A promise to be saved, and rescued.

The soul saw a woman, standing tall and proud with a smirk. She was wearing a green and black gown. Beautiful, intricate design. The woman was similar to the stories being told to them when he was still a young and innocent child.

A witch. A sorceress, a seductress.

The black soul yearning to be saved should’ve gone back to its body. Wa