Asmodeus felt a sudden pain in his mind, as if something stabbed his brain with a sharp blade. He staggered as countless overlapping voices whispered in his mind, while the blazing eye of Grundig focused on his.
Kill the woman beside you.
She is bad news.
Cut her throat and tear her apart.
'!?'
The piercing noise spread through his mind, forcing him to stagger back. A soft hand grasped him, but. His vision twisted and became strange with a deformed image; Nerim's hand transformed into slimy, disgusting tendrils that slithered up his arm.
"What the hell is this!?"
Kill her!
No matter how much he tried to ignore them, Asmodeus found the voices growing louder and louder. He bit his tongue, sinking his teeth so deeply that blood started pouring down his chin to no avail.
Despite the stabbing pain, the voices didn't fade.
Instead multiplied.
