That redhead is the devil

'you are not the devil, Margaret. You have not created death but merely predicted it.' When margaret is given the abilty to predict the future by a mysterious redhaired woman, she is forced to adress her issues with her family and religion. Will this redhead find solace in her new abilities or grieve her old ways of living? Can Margaret use her ancient gift to expose the corrupt ways of her faith? -- Based on the Irish myth of the 'banshee' and a tale my grandmother told me when I was younger about her and her siblings. A large amount of the story Is based on her and I morphed this beautiful journey out of a silly story my she told me to scare me. This story is very dear to my heart and has been in the making for years upon years, in my mind. Once before I wrote the basis for this in a Marvel fan fiction (god bless 13 year old me). However, I've improved my writing skills and hopefully fledged intricate novel will be written using this lovely background. Here's to hoping :)