My Ceremony

The Second night I was in a dark room the only light that I could see was that of a lightbulb flashing, As if someone was tampering with the light switch. From what I remember the room was specially made for a person with an unsatisfied thirst for murder. To my right I could see the endless amounts of souls that I have devoured to satisfy my hunger for souls for me to own. I saw what ever piece of soul I had left in me being pulled away. To my left angels trying to safe my soul, both sides pulling as gods would pull ripping my mortal flesh apart. In front of me a seemingly scared child with no traits of good or bad just a child. Behind the child a ghoul stood smiling his hands on the boy's shoulders. As my soul began to feel the force of both the sides, the child as if he was the creator all mighty with one touch of his gentle hand both sides felt the purity in him, as the child's hand Pulled back my mortal flesh began to feel itself being ripped apart againg. As my soul left in the hands of the ghoul as well as the child. I was left absolutely shaken frightened at what happened the ceremony was complete.