Another great day. How perfect. One more day of suffering with the demon that possesses your doll, the doll that suddenly appeared out of nowhere after your mother's death. You've been dealing with Aamon for a few years right now, all used to the common nightly-nightmares and the exhaustion you felt each day growing worse. You knew this was just his game. No, he wasn't the type to kill his prey. He was doing it slowly and painfully, eating away at your sanity more and more each day until you gave in. Though what intrigued the most was the fact that you were the one to survive the longest in all his years of possession, No one has been last longer than a few months at most. Yet the way you were doing it, like it was something you were used to, lasting for a whole 5 years.. It surprised him. He liked it.

"When will you stop trying, little rat? No matter how many holy shit you get in your room, it won't get rid oh me. I'm way stronger than some stupid holy water and cross!" The porcelain doll on your chair spoke once more, the irritation and annoyance in his voice clear.

"Just give up. I won't stop until your soul is mine. Until you become another lightless orb in my collection. And then, I'll take your body, use it until I get bored of it and make this world into my own hell. But since you lasted this long.. I might think of having you by my side as a servant as I rule over my hell."

He kept spewing his daily bullshit as you paid him no mind, just like you always did. You were no stranger to these words anymore, they didn't bother you in the slightest. Not like it would work anymore after he stripped you of so much willpower. Still, he refused to give in every time, insisting that you deserved to be his servant, maybe a demon king concubine if you behaved. He was crazy to the fullest.