[WP] Something in the ritual went horribly wrong, and instead of the demon possessing you, you possessed the demon.

Shrieking screams awakened me in searing darkness. Where am I? I thought as I sought for light. Each step felt heavy and the thirst tore my throat apart. The blackness continued, and it didn't seem to end. Did I lose my sight?

Time became ambiguous as I roved the shadows. An hour, a day, eternity... I couldn't decipher, and it didn't matter. My skin begged for hydration, coarser than sand. How am I still alive? What is this heavy burden on my back? Why do the voices never stop? I thought, yet I knew I might perish before I discover the answers.

The fiery temperatures raised by the second but I didn't sweat, I had nothing else to sweat. My memory was fogged by a dense mist and I soon collapsed onto the ground. The heat defeated me and dissolved my back. The hollow gurgle of my boiling blood joined the harrowing symphony of never ending screams. And the sulfurous smell condemned my torture.

I awaited my death with anxiety, I begged to die, it was unbearable. In my despair, short sequences of memories flickered through the mist inside my brain. Horrifying sequences. An enormous inverted pentagram shaped with strips of human skin. A cauldron on every edge filled with the face of beheaded men... and childs. In the middle, a naked old lady trembling as I approached her with a stained knife and a bleeding book.

What have I done? I wasn't a murdered, no I wasn't a murdered. They must be fake memories. Yes, fake memories. I was a good man. I know I was. Was I?... Can someone shut the voices? SHUT THE SCREAMS, STOP THEM I thought and shrieked in agony.

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