Chapter 21 The Demon Inside

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Percival went to sleep in his bed as the night became darker. Once again Percival found himself in a dark room. Out of the darkness something came walking towards him. The thing had its head slumped down as it slowly walked towards him. "WHO ARE YOU?" Percival asked the thing but got no response. The thing just kept advancing towards him. Then it was right in front of him. It slowly lifted up its head. Percival saw it looked exactly like him except it's eyes glowed an eerie red and it had small black horns protruding from its scalp going through its gray hair and it's nails were blood red claws. The thing stared at him and he noticed it had no facial features except for the red eyes. "I am the demon inside you!" The thing said in a dark voice. "So your the one I have been trusting." Said Percival. "Looks like your not as stupid as you seem." Said the demon.

"Now I have a few questions for you. Who are you and why do you look like me? Tell me everything." Said Percival. "I am the demon inside you. My name is Nightingale. I have no true form so I took the appearance of you." Said the demon. "Why are you inside me? How did you get inside me?" Asked Percival. "Full of questions aren't you? I was sealed in you by that foolish king of Keylon!" Said Nightingale. Percival was silent as he lowered his head. "When you arrived at Keylon the king thought that you would one day gain control over my power so he sealed me inside you." Said Nightingale. "The only thing you did was make me stronger!" Nightingale laughed. "Every time you let me take control I got stronger and now I have enough to take over your pathetic body and destroy Keylon!" Nightingale laughed. "That's not gonna happen." Said Percival as he raised his head. "I won't let you!" Percival said. "If you want my body your gonna have to take it! Percival yelled as he charged at Nightingale. "Let's do this!" Said Nightingale as he charged at Percival. The necklace around Percival's neck shattered into tiny shards.

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