"Who the fuck are you supposed to be now?" I asked, completely lost at this point.
The being scoffed, glaring at me like I had personally ruined his entire decade. "I'm the one who is gonna shove something up you very creatively."
…What the fuck?
Whatever this thing was, it looked like me, talked like me and even insulted just like me.
Am I hallucinating?
"Stop overworking your stupid-ass brain," it snapped. "I'm a fragment of your soul, idiot. Assigned as the spirit of this domain."
It pointed a thumb toward itself.
"You saw my book form before, remember?"
Wait, hold on.
That book… Was this thing?
"How?" I blurted out, genuinely curious.
I mean, it's not every day you see a miniature version of yourself pop up just to talk shit to you.
"Tsk. How stupid do you have to be to not understand anything in one go? Do I have to keep explaining everything again and again?" it snapped.
