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Amraphael Zinvi II skimmed through the Golaytian newspaper, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
The vaccine mandate is being implemented in every country around the world, just as we planned.
The Zilvalian man drummed his fingers across the folded inked sheets.
Soon Etherians within every country will become Demonic Hybrids. Those that don't survive the transformation will simply die from their injuries. Weeding out the weaker individuals in society is necessary to carry out our next evolutionary step.
Zinvi leaned back in his golden velvet chair, his body sinking into the cushions.
Because Lord Pontiff and I can control all Demonic Hybrids with our voices, we've already recorded commands for the citizens to obey. Every household will have multiple radios that will stay turned on at all times.
The Zilvalian placed a hand upon his now bald skull and frowned.
I shouldn't have cut all my hair off.
Amraphael then turned his attention towards a calendar sitting upon his desk to distract himself from his hairless head.
This Aurasdi, we'll sacrifice the children and open the portal to the Demonic Realm. We'll possess Mülock and gain more Demonic serums, so we can maintain order and control over the masses. Just two more days until we carry out our plans...
"Let Krista go."
Amraphael nearly dropped the newspaper in shock at hearing Tishva's voice from behind him. The Zilvalian spun around in his chair, glaring at the figure standing in the doorway of his private study. "You're a hallucination!" Zinvi spat. "You're not real!"
"I'm very real," Tishva replied, crossing the room and walking straight towards Amraphael. "You absorbed my consciousness into yourself. As long as you live, so shall I."
Amraphael stumbled to his feet and backed away.
Tishva chuckled at Zinvi's fear. "Demons absorb others into themselves," he continued, his grayish-blue eyes gleaming under the lamplight. "But they never keep the gray matter of the dead within their bodies. Didn't you ever notice that?"
"Shut up!" Amraphael commanded, his voice panicked and shrill. He searched for the nearest exit, but Tishva's body was blocking the only way out of his office.
"You've made a fatal mistake with melding our minds. You're becoming like me," Tishva grinned while closing in on Zinvi. "And you're going to listen whether you want to or not."
Mr. Thenayu was mere breaths away from the Zilvalian. Amraphael attempted to run off to the side, but Tishva ran into him, floating past and through him like a ghost.
