Possession < Spider-Man • Book 1 >
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Caelum Forest hated three things.
1. His birth name, Algol. It literally meant "Head of a Goat", or alternatively, "Demon God." Half the time, he didn't know which was worse.
2. Tardiness. Caelum valued time and how one spent it. He was a firm believer in that in order to get respect, you must first give it. Therefore, he respected people's time, and they respected his in response.
3. Peter Parker. Caelum couldn't stand Peter Parker. Not how he looked or how he sounded. Yet, Peter insisted on being Caelum's friend.
Caelum hated three things, but he could control these three things. He could control what people called him and how he managed his time. He could manage.
But Peter? Peter stuck to him, stubbornly, and wouldn't seem to let him out of his possession.
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I do not own Spider-Man, Marvel does (or at least, this version). I only own Caelum Forest and his story.
Trigger Warning: Mentions of substance abuse, verbal abuse, and sexual assualt. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I highly advise you do not read.
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