Leon stood in front of Eleanor, but it wasn't Eleanor staring back. The eyes that glowed with a dark, sickly purple weren't hers at all, they belonged to the thing bound inside her. Bal'ark, a demon lord, coiled in the shell of a young girl.
Leon's voice carried a mocking calm. "I didn't know Demon Lords liked to hide inside little girls."
Eleanor's lips twisted, stretched into a grin that didn't belong to her. Bal'ark spoke through her, his voice layered over hers, guttural and serpentine. "Have you come here to gloat?"
Leon didn't bite. His gaze never wavered. "Is she still alive in there?"
The grin widened, teeth flashing like a predator teasing prey. "Wouldn't you like to kn—"
"Ahhhhahahahaha"
