Agents of the Inquisition - Vague spoilers around 1.18 - "hold still" | possesssion | (impaled)
Damienâs hands are itching.
He knows itâs from the blood (her blood) drying. Knows that if he could force himself to look down, heâd see what a mess he was.
But he canât look down (heâd see her there), itâs the one thing he isnât fighting with every part of his exhausted will.
He looks ahead instead, searching, seeking his remaining friends.
Theyâd tried so hard to keep her from bleeding out, but the thing moving his body hadnât given them time.
He feels the thick steel rod (blood soaked) fall from his hands, surplus to requirements â he doesnât need weapons. Heâs never needed weapons.
There are bloodstains on the wall (too easy, too obvious) and he wished he could believe he was being led into a trap as his legs kept walking him forwards.
Their two-sided assault (predictable) came on the other side of the door, but they were slowed; already burned, already exhausted.
The thing in him makes him coo: âJust hold still,â as it ducks and weaves him around the blows, straining and stretching his body in ways it shouldnât move. He feels hot wet tearing beneath his skin, muscles giving way. Itâs not even his voice, nothing of him remains except whatâs trapped inside (screaming).
He wishes his body would just die. Just collapse out from under the demon wearing him, but he gets no such relief.
His hand is hot (burning hot) as it touches the Judgeâs armoured chest, and his scream echoes in Damienâs head even as Solomon cuts into his back, jerking him but not moving that point of contact as the armour starts to glow with heat.
âHold still,â he whispers again, as the Judge starts to buckle beneath his grasp, Solomonâs attack doing nothing to the demon puppeting Damienâs weak mortal form, digging for his spine but muscle and bone arenât whatâs holding him up anymore. âShhh.â
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