This was quite the unusual situation for Damon or maybe it wasn't that unusual but being haunted by an evil spirit had never crossed his mind. It wasn't something Damon ever worried about, simply because he had the power to burn the souls of his targets with Ashborn.
However, he was in a dilemma, since he couldn't use Ashborn at the moment.
He twisted his neck slowly, feeling how heavy the woman or whatever it was sitting on his shoulder felt. She was heavy. The weight pressed into his muscles, making his movements sluggish and strained.
Damon glanced at the reflection before him. In a cold, steady voice, he spoke.
"Leave this vessel. It's mine… or else."
Silence lingered for a moment, but it seemed the entity either didn't hear him or didn't care.
Damon sighed softly, clenching his fist with a faint crack.
"Fine then. You choose suffering."
