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His soul was possessed by Satan himself,

Creating a man of such abomination and evil.

God gave me a message as I was his angel:

Free that man's soul from the Black Soul.

Magic and hope was within me for guidance,

But only my light could challenge the darkness.

I had never known where he was,

But the poor unfortunate soul finally came to me.

An awkward friendship binds us together

And our own souls were tested.

I could sense that he was losing his humanity.

But, the Devil himself ultimately defeated me.

I challenged myself to connect with his worst,

Knowing that my soul would possibly be lost.

He got into my head, my mind

And he got what he wanted from me: darkness.

And then, he showed me the Black Soul.

No horror or joy came from me that he's here,

Face-to-face with God's Angel herself.

Then, the friendship ended just like that.

What I had witnessed was something different.

I saw the possessed man become Satan himself.

And when I meet that man in real life,

I will know that Satan is back for more.