The feeling of death by curse... compare it to an eternity lost, submerged beneath a vast, empty sea. There's a quick prick of pain, and then you are released from all mortal agony. Sure, the anguish of being violently murdered eventually subsides, but you soon realize nothing is peaceful in the free-falling descent deeper into the bottomless gulf that is limbo.

You are unable to interact with the simplest things, not even the cooling winds that blow around the air. You are assigned an area, usually your place of death or burial ground, to roam, going no farther from your body than the invisible tethers will allow. There are exceptions, but certain requirements must be met.

You have no physical properties. Besides the corpse below you, your body is nonexistent. You are nothing more than a loosely contained assortment of emotions and limited intelligence.

Through the invisible eyes of a phantom, you are forced to watch and sample the despairs of whoever passes your way. Unseen and unheard; the most threatening effect you may have on the world is raising hairs on any living soul sensitive to spirits.

Very rarely might you encounter someone in the mortal plane able to sense specters. Even so, they'll be sure to avoid you, and you again are abandoned for another few decades.

After centuries of solitude, you begin to decompose, slowly becoming a hollow shell of yourself. Memories deteriorate until you fade into obscurity. Some start to believe themselves figments of the world's imagination. The crazies identify as abstract concepts given self-awareness.

Others choose to embrace the madness. They transform into monsters of empathy, sucking tiny pieces of essence from living victims, attempting to desperately grow whole again, or at the very least fill the void growing inside them.

With enough support from the raw emotions they absorb, they gain some physical abilities. The payoff is a double-edged sword, as the taste of raw emotion is addicting enough to drive a loose-floating consciousness mad. Driven by desperation, insanity, or both, soon they start to kill, tainting their own souls with spilled blood, changing into evil beings chained to sin. Gruesome stuff.

Eventually, the murders attract attention in the mortal realm; more attention means more victims, and more strength and weight in the physical world to gain. Yet, too much attention leads to attracting some sort of soul-devouring beast, or an exorcist, and getting messily obliterated out of existence.

I chose a different route entirely, and all because I met you, my sweets; you stereotypical bundle of sugar. From the moment I sensed that pretty face, eyes glimmering with perky life, cheeks flushing whenever you giggled out words, I was instantly intoxicated by your innocence.

Time seemed to distort as you stepped along the walking path I haunted. I had ample seconds to analyze you, and to treat myself with a teasing amount of your essence. By the time you exited the strip of land I could freely roam through, I knew I was hooked on you. I needed more, craved another sampling of your purest thoughts and emotions, but my chances that you might travel to me again were infinitesimal.

This specific park path had its own seedy reputation long before I was slain here. It was a foolish decision to come this way all alone at night. That truth is proven valid when you backtracked your way into my range.

I swarmed over you as you hastily retreated from some terror encountered in the darkness. The fright you emitted was potent; as enticingly bittersweet to my looming consciousness as your personality was deliciously pure.

The fiend proved itself swifter than you could escape. It pounced upon you, pinning you to the cement in a roar of dominance. You screamed, a shrill noise that shatters the usual park's silence. Yet no one but I was around to witness the inhuman claw that choked you quiet, or the tears spilling from frightened eyes.

Even the sorrow pouring from you panic tasted like a freshly baked pastry, but it was ruined by the rancid rage radiating from your attacker. It disrupted your flavor, becoming my enemy once it clawed a blazing scratch into your back. And then the creature spoke.

"Calm yourself, pretty. I don't intend to hurt you much. My tedious guard duty has drained my enthusiasm. I'm simply searching for a proper plaything to keep me entertained at night. You're the first person in ages to walk by my perch, so it must be you! Understand?" He snickered over your hushed whimpers escaping out the side of the claw clasped over your mouth. "Come with me, dear."

You were dragged away, forced to enter a warehouse too far for me to follow. For hours you were held inside. I figured you had already met your grisly demise from his heinous claw, but alas, you emerged by dawn, appearing unharmed. Still, it was easy to see you were shaken up, and the sweetness I tasted before had dampened after being soaked in his wretchedness. You scampered away into the sunlight, and I believed you lost to me forever.

You surprised me again, arriving the next night. I received my fill of your darkened emotions, savoring the tainted taste you presented. Then you entered the warehouse of your own volition, disappearing behind its walls for hours.

When you emerged this time, the difference in you was highly noticeable. The way you move, limping past the park trees. The simmering hatred bubbling in your light brown eyes shocked me. I'd sampled you enough to view you in full. Your psyche had scuffs and scrapes on its surface.

This foul beast meant to slowly break into your mind. Soon the scrapes would turn into scratches and cracks if left unchecked. You were already not as satisfying to consume from; your spirit had dulled. It was as if the fiend had sprinkled dirt on my freshly unwrapped candy. The thought enraged me.

The creep's mental abuse continued for awhile. You returned to my path periodically, departing to faithfully be destroyed by your tormentor and diluting your flavor. Regardless, I fed from you with reluctance, each time submitting to my craving. All I could take from you was the pain. Coincidentally, I do believe my small interference had contributed to you enduring your hell.

I found that in a full month's time, your mind had taken its final chipping. I had by now become bound to you. The connection our spirits shared allowed me to follow you into the warehouse.

As you prepared to enter the beast's lair, I floated unnoticed above your shoulder. The door creaked open, and the atmosphere immediately shifted, as if agony were a tangible force weighing down the air. He sat at the far end of the room facing the furthest wall, seemingly oblivious to your presence until you took a step inside. His ears perked up, his head cocking to the side in acknowledgement. I could feel your insides tightening in terror, but it was too late to escape.

He rose swiftly from his seat in one fluid motion. Slowly he turned to face you. His appearance was one of a realized nightmare. A filth-covered shirt, a monster's claw for a right hand, the other a grime ingrained fist with unnaturally twisted fingers, dripping with dreadful red residue after a day's worth of messy "work."

The spectacles loosely hanging off the brim of his nose did nothing to hide the frenetic, callous thoughts flickering across his sunken eyes. He did not bother masking his excitement to see you trembling in his doorway; the grin he gave uncovered fangs sharp enough to dig blood from flesh with the slightest of pressure applied by his jaw. Your knees grew weak, too unstable to carry you away. Despair grasped your heart, sinking you to the ground, but you played it off by offering a reverent curtsy.

"Rise!" You are secure wherever I may reside." I could sense the blatant fibbery in his tone, wondering if it was obvious to you also. "Steady you legs and step deeper into my office so that I may service you as your soul desires." Heeding his words, you stood from your submissive bow, following his orders precisely so as not to offend.

The enchanted door at your back slammed solidly shut, encasing you both in darkness. You inched closer to the malevolent creature, painfully commanding the wobbling legs beneath you to march forward.

The monstrous hand beckoned you to him before moving down to undo his bottoms. His grin grew more sinister still with each footfall bringing you nearer. Once in reach, he stopped you with a simple touch of your cheek. The contact caused your gut to churn acid, as the touch became a slow,gentle caress. "Truthfully dear, I've been yearning for a pet such as yourself for many nights. So obedient, and yet so fearful."

He used your body, treating it like his personal toy before abandoning it like worthless trash. Through our new connection, I felt your mind being drained by the malicious creature until you were numb to the pain.

"That was wonderful my dear, but I am afraid I have some bad news for you. I've grown bored with the pleasantries you have to offer. Of course, if I were able to afford the risk of you tattling my location to a hunter, I would let you go. But my instincts tell me you're a squealer. So, I've decided to dispose of you. Hopefully there are no hard feelings."

A demented chuckle breezed by your deafened ears. Your eyes were lifeless and your spirit defeated. It didn't matter to either of you if you were to die. Actually, he took great enjoyment from the thought of skewering you on his claw and sloppily devouring the remains.

Your limbs dangling lifelessly, your abdomen lanced straight through by a monstrous claw; your soul lost the tethers to this world, vacating your body and spiraling away from the bloody scene and into an unknowable abyss.

Luckily for you, I was around to defend your life. Rebuking any long-lasting reality without you, my consciousness snatched you from the revolving air above your corpse, and forcibly flung us both into what was formerly your body.

You were still in death's embrace, still staring at a plastic dream as it melted in your head; the perfect state for possession. I bound us both to your dying flesh just as the creature prepared to sink his teeth in and tear a chunk of meat out of your shoulder. Our hands shot up, and wrapped tightly around his own.

He seemed more perplexed than surprised to see your body able to move. "Clinging to life so desperately, dear girl? How delicious! Perhaps you are not as useless as I'd initially perceived." He struggled to get his hand out of our grip, but I refused to let go. "Release your master, and I'll do my best to repair the damage you have suffered. Then we can play a few more games before I wear your body out completely."

I worked your head to shake a refusal, shattering any bewitchment he used to force your compliance. He did not approve of that, and jerked his claw about, aggressively attempting to shake us off. I gave an intimidating smirk with a dead girl's lips.

"It's time for your punishment, monster." The words were spoken in your voice, but in my dialect, and the beast's eyes lit up in astonishment. In your palms my lightning gathered, spread, and finally covered the claw, effectively frying the monster to a screaming crisp that collapsed to the ground a steaming pile of dead meat.

Even with a life-threatening wound, it felt exhilarating to have a body again. But I could not operate it correctly until your mind resurfaced from the depths of its death-induced coma. So here we lay, still in the lair of our first victim. I have been biding my time, busying myself with applying healing magic to your frozen, dead systems.

I can not tell you how long we have been here. The body next to us stinks more than it ever had when I lacked a nose. All I know now for certain, is I will be eternally satisfied with an infinite amount of the sweetness to dine on, and a new immortal body to pilot. And all because of you, my sweets.