Old rituals always are always a bad form to recieve things. Sean Winston wanted to live forever so he summond this ancient evil sealed far in the stars. The evil granted his wish but he had to get something in exchange. And he was tired of his exile in the cold space... Later that night a body with the form of Sean Winston walked away from the place of the ritual, but it wasn't Winston at all... Winston lied now half covered in the mud and fungus of the floor, his bones resembling a corpse of months, forgotten, half rotten, still due to the lack of muscles and nerves... But alive... forever.
The End
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