Chapter 140: Possession
I remember reading once that possession was supposed to feel like slipping into a warm bath. Whoever wrote that clearly had never actually possessed anyone, because let me tell you – it feels more like trying to squeeze into pants three sizes too small while simultaneously solving a complex puzzle blindfolded. In the dark. Underwater.
The initial contact was the strangest part. As I approached the young master’s dying form, I could feel the resistance – not from him, he'd already given his consent, but from reality itself. It was like pushing against an invisible membrane that bent but wouldn't break.
For a moment, I worried this would be another failed attempt, but then...
Pop.
That's the best way I can describe it. One moment I was outside, the next I was in. The sensation was... peculiar. Imagine suddenly having weight again after floating weightlessly, except multiply that by about a thousand and add in the awareness of every single cell in your new body screaming in protest.
"This is... different," I managed to think to Azure, trying to organize my thoughts through the chaos of new sensations. The body – my body now, I supposed – felt both foreign and familiar at the same time. Like wearing someone else's perfectly tailored clothes.
Speaking of the body's original owner, I could sense the young master’s soul. It had retreated deeper into his body, entering what felt like a hibernation state. Not gone, not merged with mine, just... sleeping. Which was probably for the best, considering the current situation.
"Master," Azure's voice cut through my contemplation, "the body's condition is critical. The lung wound alone—"
It was then the pain hit me – really hit me.