The process wasn't complicated in the slightest.
It enters the body of a creature, making its way into its nerves, muscles, tendons, and takes full control of them.
It also enters the brain as it infects it, taking full control over all motor functions of the body and killing the being in the process.
The whole thing shouldn't take more than ten seconds on average.
And yet something happened.
Something that it hadn't ever experienced.
Ten seconds passed, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, a minute, and yet it hadn't taken control yet.
Something was stopping it. Like there was a wall that didn't allow it to go deeper. Not metaphorical—a literal wall.
'Is that blood?' the thing asked itself. The blood of the man had moved in such a way that it didn't allow it to gain access to the brain or the nerves.
It had previously seen that Zack had a way to manifest a blood sword, meaning that he could command blood to some extent. But to be able to control it so masterfully that he denied the entity access to his own body?
This was something it hadn't expected in the slightest.
Zack, finally recovering from the shock that something had entered him and was trying to take control, opened his mouth and, using his hand, dug deep into his throat.
Catching the black mass with his hand, he pulled with all his strength. A moment later, the black mass let go, and the entity was thrown to the side. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire
'I wasn't able to take control of a human? I was denied access?' Not giving a chance for the black mass that had entered him to catch a break, Zack manifested his blood sword and lunged toward the entity.
Sadly, he was too slow, as the thing managed to enter a shaft, disappearing from view just before his sword reached it.
"FUCK!" Zack shouted as he began to search for the thing, but it was nowhere in sight.
After confirming that he was indeed alone, he could only kneel as he took ragged breaths. He had been expecting an attack, but for something to literally try and take control over his body? Even in his wildest dreams, he wouldn't have thought this was possible.
"Thank god for my powers, I guess," he muttered under his breath.
Despite managing to stop an attack, he wasn't in a good mood as he knew that the thing that attacked him wasn't human. Meaning that his uncle was even willing to use demons to get rid of him.
"I think… I have to ask for help after all," he had to admit.
*****
Returning to the body of the father, the entity's emotionless expression was replaced by a grim one.
"I… failed?" It was still having a hard time accepting the fact that there existed a human that was able to resist its influence.
"Well, I did what I could. They are on their own now." It didn't know how the salesman was planning to get rid of Zack since it had now failed, nor did it truly care.
As its work was done, it began to head home to where Emily was.
It caught a glance of its reflection in a street window, and its eyes widened in surprise.
Why was it smiling despite failing its mission?
Was it because it was glad that even though it had failed, the job was considered done, meaning that it could forget about it?
Or was it because it was glad it failed, meaning that it would spend more time with this body's daughter?
"Yeah, no way," the thing muttered as it moved forward.
There was no way that it had become attached to a human.
*****
"I think we can do one more," the salesman muttered as he observed the poor district.
"Isn't there a better way of recruiting people?" David asked.
"It's not like we're forcing them, are we? They are choosing this of their own volition," the man replied.
"I don't think they have much of a choice though," David muttered under his breath. Thankfully, the salesman didn't hear him as he saw his next prey.
"Watch and learn, you'll soon do the same," the salesman spoke as he approached a clearly homeless man lying on a bench.
"Excuse me, sir," he spoke, stopping before the homeless man.
The man had ragged old clothes, a beard that he hadn't shaved off in a long time, and marks on his hands hinting that he had a history of abusing certain substances in the past.
Or in other words, the perfect person they needed.
"I don't have any money," the homeless man grunted as he stood up, clearly alarmed.
The salesman smiled in response. "No, I am not selling anything actually, you see…"
He opened his suitcase and handed a bottle containing red pills and a business card to the man.
"This is entirely free, no strings attached. If you happen to desire more, you can find them at the address on the card."
The homeless man, despite feeling suspicious, took the pills.
"Good day, sir," the salesman spoke as he left the man alone, and David followed as well.
"Why are you frowning?" the man asked, seeing the expression on David's face.
"These pills… what exactly are they?"
The salesman spoke, "Again, asking questions about things you shouldn't know… well, think of them as chaos."
"Chaos?" David raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, chaos, in its most natural form," the man replied.
David frowned even more, he hated it when people were being mysterious. But sadly, he wasn't in a position where he could demand a satisfactory answer, so he didn't ask any further questions.
"How funny, working for them and not being given such basic information," the Spectral Warden mocked him. In response, David could only bit his lower lip in frustration.
'This is for my sister,' he kept repeating in his mind, a reminder of why he was doing this.
Seeing that the man wasn't planning on speaking, the Spectral Warden sighed in regret.
"You're no fun."