OLIVER'S DEMISE#53

I sat back on the couch with a glass of alcohol in my hand. It had been two days since Hope told me to turn her into a vampire. I couldn't do such a thing for many reasons. One of which her soul would be sold to the king of hell. He was waiting for me to return. I knew it. And I knew I would someday because I was already destined for hell. The only thing I could do now was ensure I delayed a lot before returning there.

I sipped from the glass and stared at the television that was just brought in. Our whole lives, we had never sat back to watch tv - except when I watched a program at Hope's house - or possessed one. So, I didn't need much guessing to know that my mother was behind this. I felt like she was brainwashing Solomon because she knew he would do anything she asked of him.

She was using him, and he would not listen if I told