The story begins in 1843 you are in the southern United States. You are a witch that loves to fuck with people. Killing, torture, witchcraft, and summoning demons are okay with you as long as people's lives are fucked with. Your name is Sarah Doversen, Daughter of Warlock Steven Doverson.
You look like an angel with your 5’3’’ frame being all slim but with a great ass and large succulent breasts, anyone would want to suck. You have long flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Despite your best attempts, you could not find a way to keep yourself living forever. Until today, that it is, you killed a bunch of pixies that give you a set of two rings that you can imprint a copy of your soul onto. You killed them anyway.
Once you got home to the lair you enacted your plan. You could feel your soul being drained from your body. The rings stop glowing indicating the process is complete. You decide to hide one ring in the basement and one in the garden.
What those little asshole pixies forgot to mention was that your current body would decay within in an hour. Which it was right now and you fade into dust or so you think.