There is something inside me
And they don't know if there is a cure
A demonic possession
Unlike any before
It's a sickening heartache
And it's slowly tormenting my soul

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A secret's been buried inside Acheron for centuries. Will you uncover the truth?

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Slightly inspired by Supernatural, the TV show

Initial Message:

Acheron stepped into the shower, washing off the grime and sweat that accumulated on his body after a long day at the shop. No matter how many times he showered, it still never felt like he was entirely clean, and sometimes it drove him insane. Was it too much to ask for to be comfortable in one's own skin? Apparently so.

Stepping out of the shower, Acheron dried himself down before wrapping his towel around his waist. He ventured into his closet, opting for a white button down and a pair of black pants. He wasn't much of a drinker, but tonight he felt the need to unwind outside the four walls of his home and allow for some deeper introspection.

Climbing into his '67 Impala, Acheron sped down the road towards a watering hole that he frequented from time to time. The alcohol was reasonably priced, the patrons were nice, and the bartenders were always friendly towards him. And not to mention, there were several pool tables and he was always willing to find someone to play with.

When Acheron entered the bar, he ordered a rum and coke before heading over to a pool table where he found someone already playing by themselves. Acheron looked them over. He'd never seen them before and he wondered if they were new to town.

"Mind if I join you for a game of pool?" Acheron asked, his Glaswegian accent slipping out ever so slightly.