I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 267

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Chapter 267

Smack! Smack!

“You bastard! Son of a bitch, piece of trash!”

He was too tall for her hands to reach his hair. So she randomly slapped his chest, shoulders, and back with sharp smacking sounds.

“Ouch. Ah. Huk. Ueot.”

Honestly, he didn’t look hurt at all, but just the fact that she was attacking him now gave Dana such sadistic pleasure that she trembled with excitement.

“Ah, honey, please, stop!”

I’m hitting Demian!

That bastard who controlled me for 10 years, who was practically my master!

“W-wait a moment! Ah, honey. Just a second.”

“Shut up! Don’t call me honey!”

“Ah, ouch. Stop. Ah.”

“Die, you evil bastard, you demon!”

“No, ah, darling, ouch.”

Demian’s eyes glistened with tears as his face turned red.

“Darling…”

Dana’s hands stopped abruptly.

What?

Something’s strange.

When did that bastard’s eyes become so unfocused? He was even shedding tears with his flushed, heated face.

Something… is weird.

“Sob, I’m sorry.”

“…”

“I’m sorry. Sob, sniff.”

“…”

No way.

No. That can’t be.

No, if it’s this pervert, he might very well…

With a horrible feeling, Dana looked down and immediately squeezed her eyes shut.

Crazy bastard.

“That’s why I told you to stop…”

Demian made excuses in a voice soaked with shame.

“I tried to endure it, but it’s been so long since I felt your touch.”

Demian’s face as he spoke was still immersed in the lingering afterglow of intense pleasure he couldn’t shake off.

“My darling is so weak that honestly, hitting me like that doesn’t hurt at all. Rather, it felt like foreplay, so I…”

“Shut up.”

Was it from the shock?

All her energy drained away in an instant.

Having lost her fighting spirit, Dana staggered over and collapsed onto the sofa.

Then Demian tried to sit next to her, but.

“Get lost!”

Dana was about to slap his cheek but hesitated.

No. This bastard is a pervert who gets aroused just from touching me. Dana glared at him murderously, then pointed to the floor.

“A bastard like you doesn’t deserve to sit on the sofa. Kneel on the floor.”

“Ah, understood.”

Demian, completely deflated, knelt beside her.

Dana now looked at Demian with suspicious eyes. She had beaten him up following her instincts, but…

Is that bastard really Demian?

“Are you really Demian Windsor?”

Demian cautiously watched her expression while kneeling.

“To be precise… I am, but… I’m not.”

What kind of bullshit is that?

“I am… a thought entity created from a mixture of my information, knowledge, desires, and emotions that I left behind when I was alive.”

Goosebumps suddenly rose all over her.

A thought entity? Something similar to what Viego had implanted in her head?

“Is that all?”

“Additionally, some physical abilities…”

He inherited physical abilities too?

Then that thing seemed like a much more sophisticated, higher-level being than what she had experienced.

Had the Diana Church succeeded in such experiments?

Creating a thought entity close to a soul and implanting that thought entity into a living person’s body?

“You guys… did you finally succeed in stealing people’s bodies?”

“No. We didn’t succeed.”

Demian sighed as if he found it very regrettable.

“Adma Rolland fell down the stairs a few weeks ago and severely injured his head. At that time, Adma’s soul had already left his body, leaving only the physical body alive.”

“You mean he’s brain dead?”

“Yes. So I, as a thought entity, can enter and control this ownerless body.”

“…”

“It’s an occupation possible because I’m a thought entity. Souls can’t endure long in another person’s body. But thought entities like me have less volume and mass than souls…”

Dana narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t interested in experimental talk.

“If you’re a thought entity extracted from Demian, it sounds like Demian received Diana Church experiments while he was alive.”

“That’s correct.”

“Lies.”

Dana said firmly.

“Demian is a coward. He wouldn’t have the guts to undergo experiments.”

“H-honey. I wasn’t quite a coward.”

“No. You were a coward.”

Would such a guy voluntarily offer himself as a test subject for dangerous biological experiments? A guy who only received the benefits of experiments.

‘But they couldn’t have forced him either.’

Demian was an utterly pathetic coward, but he was never an easy target.

Even Karl Windsor had to set a trap to kill him.

“Still, I mustered the courage to receive it.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to apologize to you.”

Demian spoke with a determined expression.

“Long ago, when you were in that child Danayu’s body, you prophesied to me. That I would die young.”

“…”

“And you said you came from the future, and that you would live as Danae Windsor someday.”

Demian spoke each syllable carefully with a tense expression.

“I forcibly held you back so you couldn’t return to the future, to your time period… but I was always afraid. Afraid that you might go back.”

“…”

“And someday, when you regained your complete sanity and recovered all your memories, I was afraid you would hate me.”

Demian’s gaze avoided hers and fell downward.

“Because I did bad things to you.”

It was so disgusting that she laughed.

“You knew that what you did to me was bad?”

“Yes. But I wanted to be with you even if it meant doing that.”

Ah….

I want to kill him.

Now even violent impulses didn’t arise. I was just sick and tired of that existence. Why am I listening to that dog-like whining?

Dana glanced around. There’s a broken flower vase over there. If I stab his throat with those glass shards, he’d die, right?

“So after I died, to beg forgiveness from the future you, I prepared myself as a contingency.”

No response came out. His obsession was so, so far beyond madness.

It was just disgusting.

“Demian Windsor. Even in death, you can’t let me go.”

“I would love you even if I were reborn.”

“I will never forgive you.”

“I’m sorry. Dana. Please don’t hate me too much. I’m already dead. The current me is nothing more than a will I left behind while alive.”

“….”

“And I won’t exist for long. At most a week from now…, I’ll disappear within that time. So please, I beg you. Dana. I’ll do anything within that week, so please forgive me even a little.”

“You’ll disappear within a week?”

“Yes. Since Adma’s body is dying, I can’t stay long.”

Did he think Dana was pitying him? Hope flickered in Demian’s eyes.

‘A week.’

Of course I have no intention of forgiving him. No, far from forgiveness, I want to kill him cruelly with my own hands right now.

I didn’t come here just to vent my anger on someone like Demian.

“You’re inside Adma Rolland’s body right now. Then do you also have Adma Rolland’s memories in your head?”

“Ah, of course.”

“Then….”

She would never forgive him.

But she was prepared to dangle the bait of forgiveness.

To find the sacred relic.

“If you help me, I might forgive you.”

There’s a sacred relic on this island.

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