THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Damian collapsed on top of Alex, breathing hard, eyes clearing but still flickering with red sparks.
“I’m… here,” he gasped, still buried deep inside him. “But it’s not gone. It’s sharing me. I can feel it. Whispering. Wanting control.”
Alex held him tighter, kissing his temple, his scar, his lips.
“We’ll fight it. Together. Like everything else.”
They stayed joined, breathing together as the aftershocks rolled through them. The child kicked softly, almost reassuringly, the blue glow in Alex’s veins dimming.
The demonic fusion was incomplete.