Sweet that’s never been a word to describe me. From the moment I was reborn I was out for blood. Using my new found strength for evil.
My existence became a ghost story scaring villages, towns, colonies all over the new world.
I had fun and all was well, I could get way with everything I pulled.
Until the 1920 when I pissed of the wrong New Orleans woman.
The bitch practiced Voodoo and I when I realized, it was to late.
And now I’m doomed.