fiona fier 💋 two, cb2

You hadn't ever given much thought to your soul. Even being raised in a house where religion comes to you rather than vice versa, you just never had the forethought of wondering if it might be worth saving or not until you realized that what comes next, what your family plans to do? Well, if you do have a soul, that'll tarnish it about as well as a soul can be tarnished. You don't want a blemish like that against you- karma is real and she's a bitch when you aren't nice to her.

You feel like you see the problem, and none of the others do. And its like you're trapped just out of earshot in some cell, forced to watch them press all the wrong buttons and say all the wrong things, and it's scary. It's not just scary, it's fuckin' illegal! Not that that ever held much weight with you either- you carry gum, hand sanitizer, and perfume to make sure no one knows what you get up to at night. But drugs are one thing, this- this is... dark. Evil. Irrevocable. You fear, for the first time, the loss of your family's souls. Because its only now, when they seem so willing to sell them to the devil, that the curse that has plagued your family has ever felt real.