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Soraya and Jonathan's infected arm pulsated. The green veins lurking beneath their royal blue skin glowed like bioluminescent plants while continuing their expanse. Each slithering piece of poison crept further up, burrowing towards the fusion's shoulder.
Although Soraya had used her shadow casting spell to punch the Devil, her obsidian giant was already shrinking in size and receding back beneath her feet. She attempted to keep the spell cast, but more pain ignited within her infected flesh as a result.
"That poison will hinder your spell casting," the Devil laughed in a mocking tone. "It may even rebel against your wishes if it continues to spread."
"Great, just what we need," Jonathan sighed.
The Devil's face and body, which was chipped and missing large chunks of wood, began healing itself. Instead of attacking the fusion he pulled his many limbs away and watched them through eyes as dark as a black hole in space.
"I don't want to cut off our arm since we don't have any others souls trapped within to heal ourselves with," Jonathan thought, his inner voice grim. "But I will if I have to. You can keep your arm, I'll forego mine."
"There has to be another way!" Soraya replied internally, panic prevalent within her tone.
The fusion flinched as a burning sensation rippled through the insides of their ligaments. It was followed by a frosty touch, as if they had submerged their entire limb in ice.
Jonathan took out another handkerchief from his jacket pocket and tied it snuggly around their arm to lessen the flow of blood. Although their inflamed limb continued pulsating, the green veins momentarily stopped their ascent.
"I see Jonathan is loyal to you, Soraya," the Devil mused in thousands of voices. "The same goes with your other friends. Did you want to know whey they're like that?"
"That's because we're a team," Soraya replied, her multicolored eyes glaring furiously at the Fallen Angel. "We all have each other's backs."
"He's changing tactics," Jonathan warned internally. "Whatever he's going on about, don't let him catch you off guard."
"It's because you've fused with them. That's Demonic Possession," the Devil grinned, his many fangs growing even longer. "Your so called friends can't help but see and feel your perspective when they're under your spell."
"Shut up!" Jonathan snapped.
"Your friends only care about you because you've manipulated them. You've made them think that you truly love them."
"But I do love them!" Soraya yelled. "That's the truth!"
"Are you absolutely sure about that?" the Devil countered. "Maybe you only love them because they're helping you? Like your friend Jacquelle, who you only liked after she fell into place with your plans."
