Departure

[Fineon’s POV]

I found myself standing in Fire Roses Morgue the next morning as the big brute and one of his men rolled out the already decaying body of the one who had been possessed during Fallon's welcome home party.

Both men wore looks of anger as they stared at the man in front of me.

"Poor bastard." The big brute grumbled. "But why does he look like this?"

As he spoke, his eyes came to rest on me.

"The results of being possessed by so much darkness." I explained, taking in the man's gray skin and hollowed-out cheeks and eyes. "They feed off their host."

In the past, I had helped Donald deal with similar issues, but this was by far the worst case I had encountered.

"Why did you want to see him?" The big brute’s man asks, drawing my attention to himself.

When I finished my confession with Gale the day before, I asked the big brute to see the man in front of me now. Although he seemed slightly confused about my request, he didn’t argue and granted me permission.

"The essence of the