Baptism

I wanted escape. That’s why I possessed the body. I had to. It was only a baby then. The soul grew weaker. It faded. Eventually it was only me behind my eyes. I know what I am is evil. I know that I’m vile. I don’t want to be…this. 
The church feels like home now. The other parishioners don’t know what I am. When I go into the river they cheer for me. My head is pushed under the water. There’s prayer. The water becomes holy. My skin burns. It melts away. People scream as they see the squirming darkness.
Category:Demon/Devil
Category:Gomez Capulet
Category:Micropasta