Confessions of a Corpse

Chapter 20 - The Realization™

 I was at a loss for words, softly gasping for breath like a fish out of water. The entity cracked his neck for a moment, his aura flickering around him before he returned to his composure.

"Of course I remember your old name, my dove," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "How could I forget one of the key components of myself?" I looked up at him, wiping my tears.

"Key components. And yet, not only did you imprison me inside that blasted mirror, but you had the gall, the audacity to throw my body aside like it was nothing. I'm not a part of you. I never was," I said, my voice wavering with leftover tears. "You pushed me out, trapped me in the mirror, and left. You took Damien's form because you knew it would help you succeed in throwing off Mark." He tutted in what seemed like disapproval, grabbing my chin and forcing me to stand.

"You really weren't paying attention, were you?"

I blinked at him, confused. He shook his head and pushed me away with enough force to make me stumble.

"The only reason why I take the form of the mayor is because of you, darling," he crooned the pet name out, his flirtation turning to rage as he continued. "Mark was the one who stole his body and is now using it to wreak havoc." He spit Mark's name out like it was poisonous. I gasped a bit, my jaw-dropping as I realized that he was right.

Holy fuck, he was right.

Mark - the Actor - had died, be it by suicide or some other way, done something with the entity of the manor, and possessed Damien's body after he and Celine had died in Celine's botched séance. As an act of revenge, a second entity - the one in front of me who was staring me down like he could read my thoughts, void-like orbs practically boring into my soul - fused with Damien, Celine, and myself, then kicked me out for some reason, took the form of Damien and went off to enact revenge on Mark.