It is something that you will never touch. Not truly. Of course, you wouldn't wish to. It has become the part of him where most would not bear to look. In his blood, in his soul.
The demon is with him, even here, where we are without our physical forms. Without a connection to life, nor death. Without the whispers of Hell.
I have known my own demons. One in particular. We must all be grateful that I would never claim him as mine own, and so he did not follow.
Whether or not you think to act kindly, an exorcism would do little when there is nowhere for a demon to go. Torture would be the only outcome. To then hope to instead suffocate the creature's voice, to bury its urges, would be no better. His pain would only be prolonged.
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The demon is with him, even here, where we are without our physical forms. Without a connection to life, nor death. Without the whispers of Hell.
I have known my own demons. One in particular. We must all be grateful that I would never claim him as mine own, and so he did not follow.
Whether or not you think to act kindly, an exorcism would do little when there is nowhere for a demon to go. Torture would be the only outcome. To then hope to instead suffocate the creature's voice, to bury its urges, would be no better. His pain would only be prolonged.
He is safe with me.