Darilus’s POV
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It’s weird.
Reaching out to the demon that has been infesting my body for decades feels weird. For all I can remember, I have always wanted to get rid of the demon. I never tried talking to it. I was even happier when I didn’t have to acknowledge or remember the presence of the demon.
Yet now I have to ask the demon to give me back my memories in order for me to save Sania.
Sania unconsciously grips my hand tighter, as if she is hanging for dear life, which she is. Her face twists in pain the longer I hesitate. Her groans have become whimpers, each painful sound coming from her throat slices my heart bluntly bit by bit.
‘Rainbow,’ I reach deep into myself.
Nothing answers me back.
Furrowing my brows, I try calling the demon again. ‘I know you can understand me
