supernatural · possession · angst · internal conflict · mlm · hurt/comfort · desperate · stubborn · demon entity · emotional
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the derelict warehouse’s rotting roof. Sam stood rigid, knuckles white around the hilt of the Demon Blade, his breath hitching in ragged, angry gasps. The air was thick with malice. Before him, you stood still, eyes void of recognition. Sam’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a storm of frustration and terror warring within him as he glared at the unseen manipulator.