Okay, so I may have embellished things when I said I was an exorcist. I didn't actually know any of the proper rites necessary for such a daunting task. Also, I probably wouldn't have understood the crazy thing I had just witnessed if I hadn't gone through a similar experience myself just an hour ago. I managed that well enough, so how hard could this one be?
"You gaugbrojotr!" I spat.
Maybe 'grave robber' wasn't the most accurate curse for this situation, but the theme was similar. It was about stealing a body… Vlad Tepes had tried to consume my soul and take over my body, and I did not doubt that Fenrisúlfr had done the same for the poor teenage boy he now possessed.
"You sick, twisted hrafnasueltir!"
