“I could still kill you, you know?” I tell her. Really, I don’t enjoy killing, well, most of the time. I’ve tried to leave my vessels intact. While I knew that Josie would die, eventually, I figured she deserved it. She was going to sacrifice her own daughter for crying out loud. Then there were, of course, a few unfortunate souls along the way who were trying to stop me, so they had to go. But overall, the process of killing is messy and unwarranted in most cases. Look how I kept the blonde male demon alive. While he was mostly a science experiment, I didn’t really want him to die. He is quite funny, and I have hopes that we can be friends now that I’m in a form that can hold my power.

I wouldn’t have wanted to have a male vessel permanently anyway. I did it twice, and it was fun to have a penis for a few weeks, but after that, I could go without. Being a woman is so much more enjoyable. The softness of the female figure is so much more profound and captivating. It probably has something to do with having had a female human form for so many years before I couldn’t be contained in it any longer. Let’s not forget about our capacity for multiple orgasms.

I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out why Blair was blessed and I wasn’t. Am I not lovable enough? Did he not care about me because I wasn’t half a witch? Can I even trust that the information Beelzebub gave me is accurate?

Never the matter, now I’m Blair, and I will be loved.

I throw the witch into the room in the basement. She doesn’t try and do anything to hurt my vessel, so I’m gracious with not restraining her.

“Don’t try anything,” I say, holding the dark object near her face. I board up the door as best as I can, easily moving multiple heavy items to use as a barricade. I’ve done some research on witches, but I’m not completely sure of all of their abilities. Hopefully, the witch takes my warning seriously and stays put, at least until I get out of town.

I walk up the stairs until I find what I assume is Blair’s bedroom. A snake hisses wildly at me, shaking frantically.

“Shut up, or I’ll crush you with my bare hands,” I tell him. It stops its hissing and coils away into a corner of its enclosure.

I grab her purse, looking at her credit cards and pull out her phone. “What were your passwords, Blair?”

Fortunately, I don’t need them as all of her apps are thumb print based. “You can’t beat technology.”

I’m not going to let you keep my body, you crazy bitch.