As the night progressed, the team surveilling him changed, and everything seemed fine. Alexander was deep into a soft dream, where he was back as a teenager, enjoying his mother's breakfasts and his father's jokes.
Life was devoid of stress or life-threatening situations. World-ending games and wrathful demons were not something his thoughts even went to.
Simpler times, with simpler lifestyles.
But inside his soul, two beings were in a heated argument.
"I'll be free of your restraints soon enough, angel boy. And when I am, I'm retaking control. I deserve to be set free once in a while, too. It's unfair that he let you free rein last time and not me."
"Shut up, you filth. Even if you break free of the restraints I put on you, do you think I'll let you control the body? You are out of your right mind. I will not let that happen."
"Rhakhakha," the imp snickered.
