Third Person POV
Liam awoke slowly. The first sensation was the throbbing pain in his abdomen, followed by overwhelming weakness. His eyes opened with difficulty, and the gloom of the place he was in gradually revealed itself: dark walls, illuminated only by a dim lamp.
Seated in front of him, in an antique armchair, was he. The man who had taken his body. Even though he had never seen him, Liam instinctively knew it was him.
The being wore an elegant suit and black gloves, sitting with perfect posture. He had extremely pale skin and deep red eyes that seemed to read the boy's very soul.
"Finally awake." His voice was deep, laden with authority.
Liam tried to sit up, but his muscles didn't respond. "You…" he murmured weakly. "It was you who took my body."
The man gave a half-smile. "Correct. But you can call me Asmodeus. Now that I've lost my crown, that is my name."
