The passage began to collapsed under the infuence of the demonic spirt, I could literally feel it's killing intent piercing my back.
The mirror exploded in a burst if glass shards,some clung to my back, weting it's surface with blood, but I couldn't care less.
Getting out of here was the only thing in my mind.
"DON'T RUN FROM ME!!!!"
"Hell nah"
I wasn't getting murdered by an angry spirt. Or even worse, possessed.
I took a sharp turned into the collapsing corridor as a black mass of tentacles and eyes chased after me, hitting all four corners of the passege way making the corridor rattle, almost knocking me off balance.
As I sprinted, I could feel the spirt gaining on me.
My heart pounded in my chest.
"God almighty, please deliver me from my current predicament, I beg of you" I yelled a prayer, clutching my rosary.
The side of my stomach screamed inpain, but I couldn't stop, I felw up the flight stairs.
However felt something grab onto my leg.
"Dear god please".
I tumbled down, and the mass of shadow, tentacles coved in eyes seen up close almost made my heart burst.
"Sorry, but I'll be taking your body".
The tenacle reached into my mouth and forced himself in.
It felt like a sting yet scorching hot.
A massive monster the sized of a boulder, was trying to enter my body through my mouth.
It was agonizing, I felt the flesh in my cheek Bone tear and rip apart as my jaw widened unbelievably.
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The symbols in my vision started going crazy, in my line of sight.
Phrasing in and out, cracking, and ozzing with dark energy.
"Resistance is futile.."
The spirit's words echoed in my head.
In the deepest part of the valgrador family ruins, me and a 600 year old spirt, although weakened by trying to escaped a seal that was worn over by 600 years of negligence) battled for the control of my mind.
My stomach swelled.
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My consciousness began slipping, everything blurred.
"I... I lost?"
The taste of iron reached my taste buds, as blood polled out my mouth, my unbelievably large belly held a beast that just violated my constitutional rights, not that he'd care about it anyways.
My vison darkened.
*****
Azarax the 600+-year-old reaper, had finally broken from the shackles that bound him, possesing a weak mystic arts smart kid.
He was currently residing in that puny kids subconscious.
"Even if you're a scared terbanacle, after 600 years, there's bound to be some loopholes" azarax's formed smiled.
He wanted to wake up as Zach, but nothing happened.
"Huh...?"
He tried again" nothing.
"What's going on.?"
Then he looked around him.
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Symbols floated around Zach subconscious,
"wait?, what is this?." confusion written all over him.
The words covered and coiled like serpents, lashing out towards the demon.
What?.
He tried to defend himself, but millions of symbols attacked him at once .
He tried to free himself, but the symbol-formed chains the bind him got tighter and tighter.
"No you can't, this can't be..."
Azarax tried one last attempt.
He burned trough his energy reserved of a more than a century and leaped out of Zach unconscious into the real world.
"Azarax looked at the passed out Zach in horror.
"What exactly is this kid?"
The rune chain leaped out of Zach body making Azarax flinch,
"No....."
It bound him.
"No. "
He tried to leap away but the words latched onto him, dragging the massive frame of the reaper into the deep depths of Zach's unconscious.
*****
I woke up, my head was clear.
"Did I die and resurrect?"
That was my Frist thought, untill I saw the rubble around me.
I was laid head facing downwards on the staircase that lead down to the valgrador archive.
I stood up, my head splitting, my eyes, felt like they were pried out and put back.
On the ground was litterd with blood,
"what the...?"
Then the splitting pain in my jaw.
My mouth was tore around the seems making it a hassle to speak my jaw felt horrible.
But yet I'm alive.
I'm alive...
Somehow ...
****
A lady examined the ruins of the once great mystic art family.
Her deep red hair and scarelet eyes complimented her fair skin, she wore a blue wiaste tailored blose and gloves.
It was non other than Martha beyfong.
She'd been tracking her mother's death after that day, and she wasn't going to leave the investigations to a no-name detective, only her, could do this, after all it's only her that her mother entrusted to keep her secret.
She knows her mon was involved with socercry, that gas leak in the house was just a news propaganda, and after all her searching for months, she found a clue that lead her here.
She couldn't alert any security organization, so she had to go on her own.
Boom*
the ground rattled, almost sending her off her feet, in the distand, a dust cloud rose, and the screaming of a young man was heard in the distance.
It sounded more like a roar than a scream, then an mind shrilling boom echoed again, Martha was shaking to her core.
She wanted to run away, she wanted to flee and never return, but if she what's to find out the mysteries surrounding her parents she was going to have to be brave.
Martha approached carefully, step by step.
Upon reaching the crash site she found a massive hole goruged into the ruin ground, jaggered cracks rans over it's Sides as dust lazily drifted around
She gulped, she was told by her mother that the mystic art world was very dangerous, just staying here goes against everything she was taught to do.
Thought the cracks and rubble, a young man dragged his feet out of the gaping hole.
He had a torn waistcoat over a plain white shirt turned brown because of the dust, his trowsers looked like they had survived war, onhe had lond dreads and skin like bronze.
Over his face was a grey mask which see instantly recognized.
She gasped*
"Mr fog??!!!"
She still remembered the man at her parents funeral.
"Is he here to investigate my parents death?" it didn't occur to her that she wasn't alone, in this quest for answers.
Is he also one of those sorcerers?" She asked herself.
"Should I approach?"
She decided against it, choosing to watch for a little while longer.
****
*Ahh it hurts.. it hurts so much.*
I dragged my feet across the ruin, the sun looked so warm.
I was about to pass out, my consciousness felt heavy. I thought I would collapse at any time.
[Congratulations Child of Silence you have absorb grand reaper azarax as your humble servant, your scared terbanacle awaits your return, young master]
I read the purple floating words in front of me with half closed eyes.
Then they flew open
"Wait..?"
I glanced at the words again.
It still looked like floating symbols, but somethings wrong..
I can understand what I'm seeing.
"What's going on.?"
It was startling.
[A young lady watches you with curiosity with admiration]
"Huh...?"
I looked around.
Yeek"
What who's there?"
Tha lady slowly came out and I got to see her face
Martha?.
Now that I think about it, Martha lewerts and Martha bayfong both have the same name... weird.
(Definitely NOT a plot hole by the author)