They came to me when I turned 9.

My church called them demons, shadows of nightmares, haunted souls of the damned. They christened, baptized , prayed over and shunned me. Then suddenly, one day, I was cured. My demons had gone away for good. It was magic and we all rejoiced.

Except. They hadn't. They were still there and with every passing year I learned something new about them. The first year I learned their name.

Ani.

Hey you guys I will not be finishing this story. Too much crappie has been going on and I'm involved in other projects now. But my good friend Jarianna will take over and I trust she will be amazing at this! Please give her a chance with this story. Thank you so much.