It itches, it itches unbearably!
Aisoke couldn't help but scratch his cheek, tearing off a piece of flesh. He stared blankly at his blood-soaked palm, yet felt no pain. The unbearable itch on his face vanished, replaced by an indescribable relief.
However, inside, he was terrified. The extreme disparity made Aisoke feel as if his thoughts had split into two. Another whisper from deep in his mind kept lauding the Father's greatness, urging him to embrace this gift from the Father.
Become the son of the Father, and you'll gain even more!
He must escape!
Another consciousness pulled Aisoke back to reality, but before that... he fiercely glared at the thug in the corner.
The thug looked at Aisoke's current form and laughed, a schadenfreude smile, eyes widened as if wanting to witness Aisoke's descent into hell.
