Offering my best friend - Part 1 (Patreon)

Jeff's heart raced as he clutched the ancient tome, its pages worn and brittle with age. The dimly lit room cast eerie shadows on the walls as he stood by the bed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Maribelle sat there, her eyes shining with anticipation, a sinister smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Once an old woman of 79 years, Maribelle had found a way to transfer her mind into the body of another. Jenny was Jeff's best friend, and the sacrifice weighed heavily on him. But Maribelle had made him an offer too tempting to resist: endless wealth, power, and the life he had always dreamt of. “You can have me whenever you want,” the old woman had teased. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

With each word he chanted, the bond between Maribelle's mind and Jenny's body grew stronger, and the essence of his best friend slipped further away. The ethical dilemma gnawed at Jeff, the guilt like a stone in his chest, but the allure of the promises whispered in his ear drove him to continue.

His voice trembled as he recited the ancient incantation, the words unfamiliar and heavy on his tongue. The air crackled with energy, and the room seemed to grow colder. Maribelle's smile grew wider, her eyes locked on his, urging him to complete the spell.

With each word, the room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on Jeff. The burden of his decision weighed him down, but the image of the life Maribelle promised was a beacon, guiding him through the darkness of his guilt.

As he spoke the final words, a sudden gust of wind filled the room, extinguishing the candles and leaving them in darkness. The air was thick with the scent of magic and the unspoken knowledge of the irreversible choice Jeff had just made. He felt a knot form in his stomach, a mixture of excitement and dread, as the reality of his actions settled in.

The darkness was soon pierced by a sliver of moonlight, revealing Maribelle's triumphant expression as her soul struggled to slip into Jenny’s slender body. She rose from the bed gracefully, Jenny’s body now fully her own. The once-vibrant spirit of Jenny was gone, replaced by the cunning and ambition of Maribelle, her essence consumed by the spell.