Woken up and confused, his body didn't stop, ripping away control from me as well as the being inside me, his blood started to coagulate weakening his body but also forming what I can assume are defenses against the roots inside Wajih's body, as they targeted the roots and destroyed them, preventing their encroachment further.
But this was just a delay to the eventual inevitable. Death will come to us both, but in different forms as long as we don't reach there and I can finally have something stronger to be attached to.
As for this guy, his hatred and regret were obvious, I could feel the fire burning in him. He was ready to decapitate my brain at a moment's notice to completely get rid of this possession of sorts where his body didn't feel his. And he would have done it, if not for the fact that the demons around her were swarming from all over. Their numbers are finite, but not the kind we can handle on our own.
