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I was twelve when it first happened. I had felt someone watching me. Form then on I was never alone. I had wanted attention and apparently got it. Dreams of my family getting killed, torture, sexual torture. Everything I knew or thought I knew was used against me. I ran away from the demons by running to the astral realms. I had met Micheal the archangel there. That's where he taught me how to fight back. I secretly fell in love him. since then I can hear them talking or others talking. The main demon Mordiki made use of that. He would tell me to stab my family.To kill them, even showed me ways to. I refused. No matter how angered I was I would not harm another. I have said and believed things I now regret. He unlocked the demonic side of me.

I was told ghosts and demons were not real. But I researched and for six years I grew to know this demon and the angels. I fought of the demons Mordiki put against me, but I was weakening. After a couple of years, I started forgetting things. Depression started in. Suicide seemed the only way out. My family hated me and fought over me. I manipulated people without meaning to. I was worth nothing. The angels stopped me every time I tried to kill myself. One day Michael wasnt quick enough and I sliced my wrist... only to find that I couldn't.

So with no way out, I was forced to endure. Finally Mordiki grew in enough strength that he tried to kill me one day. I ended up killing him entirely. Power flowed from me (in my mind it was white) but I seen no color, only felt it. Then Mordiki was gone. The rest fled.

In my research I had come here full of questions. My questions are now answered and the people I have met here, thank you.