"Get off me you fool!" Erick slapped Blaine's hands away from him and straightened out his royal robes.
"Tch!" He clicked his tongue. "Look what you did. You pulled off one of the gems on my robe!" He held up a loose amethyst the size of a quail egg.
"I'm sorry Uncle. Please help! There's a scary presence inside my brain and—Oh my Gods! I think I'm going insane!" He clutched his head, groaning out loud. "I can hear him talking all the time!"
Erick sighed and handed the amethyst over to Mira's outstretched hand. What would he do without her? A maid could certainly sew it back on for him, but in Mira's hands and he always felt as if she was caressing him with her loving fingers.
He reluctantly turned his attention back to his nephew.
"Look Blaine. We know what's going on. You have a demon occupying your body. The first thing you need to reconcile yourself with is, that's not going to change."
