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1970
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I was born 70 years ago, yet, I was reborn once I came into hell. With this body given to me by Lucifer himself. This body that is permanently 32 years old, despite having spent about 44 additional years with it. In all these years I've come to realize the fact that there is simply just something much more momentous about the first 32 years of my soul's life. As if, while I was alive, I actually had free will. During life, I could have interacted with such a strong variety of people. I could have done anything and everything I wanted. But, I did not. Where as, here in Hell... It is a different story.
Don't get me wrong, I achieved lots and was extremely successful. This anything but a pity story.
The loneliness is what has come to haunt me on this day.
I insert my favored record and swiftly place the needle onto it. The sweet sound of swing music filled my empty home as I basked in the glory of the jazz instrument's erratic sounds. Somehow, my dull emotions danced to the tune. Walking over and sitting on my hand selected Chaise Longue in my parlor with a glass of fine whiskey in my hand as a way of celebration.
While alive, my mother was the first to ever celebrate my life. Though I do admit to being a troubled child, she accepted me and gave me the love anyone would have killed for. In return, I truly loved my mother, she was the one being I can honestly say that about. I definitely would not be the person I am today without her. Her unknown opinion on what I have become is something I have despised thinking about since she passed. I honor her in my own special way. In the state of missing her, I want someone to care about me the way she did, unconditionally.
I was not planning on meeting my demise so soon. I wanted to live at least a decade longer. Even though the police were starting to suspect me, even if the public's opinion on me was starting to drop. I have many regrets... Not making a love connection, is one I reluctantly count. My foolish self thought I had all the time in the world to find a special someone. Obviously, I did not. To add onto that, hell has stripped me of that right as well. I have lost hope in being able to have a real connection with the sea of hopeless sinners surrounding me. However, someone from the living world would be a completely different story. People that are alive can change with such beautiful ease, it'll be simple finding my own pawn to mold to my liking.
This is the first and last time I will use this spell, the human in result will carry a piece of me -- my soul -- with them throughout their life and afterlife. They will be drawn to the supernatural and will contact me when they are ready. This spell can go many ways, the human in result may love me as a friend, sibling, parent, or a mate. I'm leaving that up to chance. Regardless of how this results, I'll have someone to accompany me through eternity, which is inescapable bliss.
All there is left to do, is wait.
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