Crimson Academy RP

"Then at least don't speak. You're giving me a headache."

Dawn huffed, but didn't say anything. She was resisting the urge to slap him but she needed to know what was going on.

Avan scanned the room before kneeling down in front of the pentagram. He touched the center and closed his eyes.

Dawn kept a distance and raised an eyebrow, "Why are you coming back down here? I thought you didn't like it here"

"I thought I told you not to speak," Avan snapped.
His grandfather appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "Avan, what are you doing?" he demanded.

Dawn was about to yell something back but looked at Avan's Grandfather and blinked, surprised to see him.

Avan whirled and narrowed his eyes. "Nothing that concerns you."
He raised an eyebrow. "Bad mood, Avan?"
He laughed darkly. "Something like that."
"Uh-huh. I think you should come with me."
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm staying in here. There's some . . . research I want to do."
"Research."
"Are you deaf? That's what I said."

Dawn frowned, "Really, Avan, you should just listen to him.:

"I don't have to listen to either of you."
His grandfather frowned and grabbed Avan by the arm. "You're coming with me. Now."
Avan jerked and twisted, but his grandfather was much stronger than him. He scowled but allowed himself to be escorted upstairs.

Dawn looked at the pentagram for a few moments before turning around and following the two upstairs. What's wrong with your mind, Avan? She wondered, feeling sorrow.

Michael threw Avan into the armchair in his office. He pinned him there and scanned his eyes and face. "What's wrong with you, boy?"
"I'm not a boy!"
"You're acting like one, so I'll call you one."
Avan snarled. "Let me go!"
"Not until I figure out what's going on. What possessed you to talk like that to Dawn? To me? You've never talked to me that way!" He sighed. "There's darkness in you, Avan, but you've never acted on it. At least not on those you care for."
He didn't reply.

Dawn stayed silent, unsure whether she should intrude on this, but found herself unable to leave. She couldn't leave Avan when he was like this.

"What's in your head, boy?"
He smirked darkly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Michael narrowed his eyes. "Come with me." He grabbed Avan by the wrist and dragged him towards the door. "Dawn, help me out."

"Of course." She nodded, becoming fearful of Avan's strange behavior.

Michael pulled him down the stairs to the basement and shoved him into the center of the pentagram.
Avan snarled and couldn't move.
"As I thought. What have you done with my grandson?"
"He's in here, screaming and kicking."

Dawn narrowed her head, understanding now. Why would a demon possess Avan . . she wondered as she looked at the possessed Avan, speechless.

"Let him go," Michael ordered.
"Sorry. Highly parasitic. If I leave, the boy dies." He shrugged. "Sorry."
Michael crossed his arms. "So, what? You decided to possess a boy for fun?"
"We had a kindred soul."
"That wasn't an answer."
"I was brought up on orders."
"From whom?"
"Can't say. Contract stipulation."

"Avan will find a way to break through from you," Dawn said suddenly, "You can't control his body for long."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. He's stronger than I thought, but it doesn't matter how much or hard he fights. He might gain control, but he'll never be rid of me."

Dawn felt her body shake a bit at what the demon had said, "You bastard." she said quietly, her voice breaking a little.

"Pretty much," he said, shrugging carelessly. Avan dropped to his knees, groaning through his teeth. "Get. Out. Of. Me!" he screamed.

"Avan!" Dawn blinked, moving towards him but hesitated at the edge of the pentagram markings, unsure whether to move forward or not. "You have to fight it!"

Michael knelt down next to Avan. He didn't say anything and just stayed there for support.
Avan shuddered, eyes shut tight. He trembled with the effort to keep the demon buried. He didn't make a sound except for the occasional grunt or hiss.

Dawn watched the two, unsure whether or not to come any closer or to let them be. Although she was reluctant to admit fear, she was terrified of demons, especially the one the one that captured Avan's body as a vessel.

Avan shuddered for a final time and rocked back on his heels. He leaned over and spat out a gob of blood. "Bit my tongue," he muttered. He pushed back his sweaty bangs. "He's gone. For now. His name is Amaimon."
Michael's eyes widened. "Amaimon?"
"I know. It's not good." He got to his feet slowly, swaying on his feet. He looked at Dawn, his eyes dead and dark. "I'm sorry," he rasped, voice still rough from the physical strain.