The Occupied Body

There was no room for further dialogue.

In the face of such a creature as a devil, any attempt at communication was futile.

This was the lesson imparted by the boy's teacher and reiterated by priests and bishops in the church.

Crouching to inspect the segmented corpse, the devil rose once again, its crimson eyes settling on the boy lying on the ground, breathing more out than in, and abruptly stood up.

"Since you've destroyed my human body, I might as well make use of yours! It's only for a few months. After I'm done, I'll give it back to you. I doubt that detestable creature would have much to say about it."

The devil sneered, positioning itself beside the boy, bending down to examine his face closely.

"I didn't notice before, but now that I'm looking, you were born with a fine skin."

"If it weren't for that guy constantly watching me from the mana ocean, I might consider getting a skin like yours to try on."