Belo's never died

Caleb

I don't know what it was, but something boiled in the pits of my stomach. It was hard and rude. Almost like an aggressive mental breakdown except, involuntary.
It was almost as if I were a ghost and some demon had possessed me. I could only watch myself from a distance. I was floating away, and when I reached for my body. I proceeded to aimlessly float away.
I could watch my eyes become some tarnish shade of purple and my skin become hard wood. There it was: me against Belos...or should I say...my vessel against Belos.
Belos is a very soft man, even though he might not show it. He sees me like some tool, but the memories we have together are unboundless. Which is why he was unable to hit me. There I was wacking him and piercing him through walls I worked so hard to make.
He looked real funny from a distance: not so high and mighty anymore. It even gave me a chuckle. Belos's gaze flinched my way.
"Y-you can hear me?" I questioned with a sore throat. Belos noded right before being tormented by my vessel a couple times. It was kind of frightening to see. I would choke him and stab him. I thought that at some point he would fight back. But no. He simply resisted. On and on. He would not fight me. "Bel bel!" I called. "Just knock me out or something!"
"Your a palisman! I can't stoke you!" He huffed exhausted.
"Just do it! I won't be mad!" He paused for a moment and then smashed some pot into my head. My vessel fainted and then I could control where I floated away.

I glided towards my body and sunk into it. Soon I was myself again and sensed a heavy burning sensation in my head.
"Seriously? A pan?" I croaked. Belos jumped on me for a bear hug.
"Goodness your okay!" He squeezed me with his freshly youthened arms.
"Ow ow!" I squirmed around in his cuffening arms.
"You said you wouldn't be mad!" He reminded.
"Fine!" I stopped resisting the hug. I heard my back cracking. Then the cracking became pounding. I panicked for a moment before realizing that the pounding came from the front door. We both stiffened. I took a deep breath and approached the door.

"Please let me stay for a night!" The cloaked stranger begged from outside the door. I glared suspiciously at them before turning to Belos.
"Sire?" I asked for approval. Normally at times like this, he wouldn't care the slightest. After all, I am the stronger one right now. But instead, he stayed there glaring at him in a way much more intensely than me.
"Take off the hood." Belos demanded. The Stranger followed. He had eyes circled in gray and dark brown hair that shimmered to his shoulders. Almost Belos length except straighter. "Fine." Belos exhaled sharply. "You may stay if you wish."
Belos headed for some room. I followed.
We made it alone and he pumped down to the floor.
"Belos, what's wrong?" I sat down next to him. He massaged his nose.
"I—I don't know! I..." He shook his head. "There is something odd about this place! And what was a witch doing over here?"

"Its a witch." I stated plainly. "Nothing more to it."

"No I mean. Whatever. Get on your staff and sleep in my room. I don't trust that man!"

"If you were so scared to sleep by yourself, you could've just said so~"

"That's not it!" His face flustered. He turned away and stared our the window. "Sorry, just go to sleep."

I followed.

I was on my staff, in my shrunken form—the way palismen should be.
I eyed master from a distance, he slept peacefully. He always looks younger when he slept. But now, it was drastic.
Some grunting echoed from down the hall. Stuttering footsteps made sweat trickle down my sleeves.

I froze as the cloaked man walked in the room.
I opened my eyes straight forward, making me seem as though a sleeping palisman.
"Phillip?" The cloaked man nearly yelled. Belos squinted a couple times before stumbling back at the sight.
"Caleb?"