she touched the magicball. it caught a familliar scene- a pot on her window sill, the flowers were blooming in all their glory.
right in front of her astonished eyes a dark mist started form around it, the flowers faded in colour.
for a second she thought that the mist took the form of a very familliar person, an old ghoul that was almost omnipresent in her social world.
“he is the one to be blamed… you have seen the right creature… he is a dead soul, that has been dead for centuries but walks around… to keep walking it sucks out the purity from every pure thing it comes across… including human beings…”
“Its time for exorcism…”
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