Hi Hi all!!! & Happy Halloween! Oh yeah. Last Halloween was not welcomed with my sister's gathered together, however I decided to make up for it this year. I was a sassy little cop & might have frightened you away accidentally. (Hopefully not) I'll return when time allows for a proper quick chat, for now look us over *gigggles* I don't mind your eyes admiring me that is if I'm not too intimidating compared to my other sisters. By the way. Nyx couldn't help, but show off her 2nd costume. She adores being the goddess of night. She certainly wears that title fittingly. 😏 until then... Be safe & remember... I'll be back. 😘
*Sighs* "Not much time left. This is so fucked up. If one more person comes im here, this will be my life for all eternity." I'm sure you're wonderimg what girl like me is even doing here & complaining while im this get up huh? Well as it turns out I kinda put myself in this predicament. You see I made a bet at one of these conventions. I'm not a geek or apart of the whole fandom party, however it's a simple way to see some of the hottest chicks around. I slipped up & made a pass at one of the comic con girls, she said she didn't want an apology, but instead made a bet with me. Worse part of it is, she wasn't even a she. She was actually a being of some sort, called... Trigon or something? This dude was huge & red, with long white hair, two sets of ugly yellow eyes & horns. The dude was ripped & seriously strong & intimidating, more so since I've been made into this. We made a bet that if nobody at this convention wanted a blowjob from me, I'd go free. So far 665 guys of all ages came inside & have blown their damn load into my mouth. One more & I'm- "Oh shit. Hey man, I know what the girl out there said, but-" My mind began to be clouded. "Oh hello there. Please allow me to feast upon your lengthy beast & absorb your masculine essence, so that my path to the underworld may begin traveler." I feel all of my soul as I become trapped & incased in some kind of red glassy prison. I smash & bang my hands against the walls, but I could not be seen or heard. Somehow I was able to experience both sensations. One being trapped & being a slave to this bodies desires. I feel him grunt & finish. He doesn't stay long as he leaves me with my face in a state of Ahegao. Trigon comes in & laughs as I stare off, completely mind fucked by my orgasm..."Hahahaha. I'm gonna enjoy that look on your face as well as knowing you get to watch. Happy Halloween..." 😈
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead, but sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it & the soul can't rest, then sometimes, just sometimes the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. This case, however was even more rare then any before.
In Brandon's particular case he was burned beyond recognition. His soul would not be able to inhabit his old body, yet his soul craved vengeance against his death & the death of his loved one. The crow rapidly searched the grave yard cawing in search of another soul seeking retribution & it found it. A body that could exact Brandon's revenge for himself & that of it's original occupant. As the crow stood over the grave of the recent victim, clashing of thunder & lightning shook the holy ground. The soft earth began to slowly erupt. A hand broke out to the surface, follwed by the screams & cries of someone in pain. The memories of a man burning flashed & the screams of a woman's protest, went unheard. The memories flashed simultaneously, makimg it made it hard to focus. As the mud was wiped off the face, sight was now possible. The name's of Brandon & Anna were flowing through the mind. Something didn't feel right to Brandon, however. He looked over his body & it felt wrong, but the memories were stronger. He focused on them & knew what needed to be done. Quickly in his new body, Brandon or Brianna as he dubbed her new self ran in serch of clothes. She ran back to the closes clothing store, which was a costume shop & knew it be dangerous if she were recognized. Briana smeared white make-up paint & matte black eyeliner across her soft round face that hid the masculine face he once saw in the mirrors. As she admired her nrw look in the reflection, a pawn shop caught her attention & with no time to waste she shattered the window & took what was needed. The rain began to let up. "It can't rain all the time." She said to herself. With a blade in her delicate hand. It wasn't lomg before she found the victim of Anna. He heard him bitching about hiw his hand getting bit by most likely his latest victim. Brianna pounced on to her first killer & with no mercy & a twisted smile, stabs him in the heart. "Victims. Aren't we all?" Brianna's soul could now rest. It was time for Brandon to get his. She went off into the night, laughing for when they would all know the truth.
It was true. Kevin couldn't believe it. The woods of regret were real. He had heard so many stories, that he had enough & went to see for himself. As Kevin began walking around, he could feel the air thicken. There was tension forming around him. He recallsnthat the spirtits there fed on the regrets of humans, but what on earth did he have to regret? A chill hit his spine & began to slowly crawl downward, but that was not all that hit him. memories began to flood back of his youth. Kevin was a bully before highschool. He bullied a young girl in middle school for being quite hippy. The girl was alreadt self conscious from her own peers, but to have a child make fun of her was rock bottom. Kevin's hips began to crack & widen. He dropped to his knees & clutched his lower half, but it was useless. His body was no longer in the same condition it once was. As kevin rose he felt the chill leaving his body, however one thing was left behind... A reminder of his one regret growing up. He looked back at his new own ass & didn't know what he would donwhen he got out.
