Chapter 30 : Purple minus blue

The room was flooded with red light.

Gyll looked around him, he as in a large room with a marble tiled floor, white pillars, a red carpet and many doors.

The room didn't seem to end, in a way it resembled a corridor more than a room, in the distance a white fog hid the rest of the view.

Gyll looked around him, observing all this his mind instantly jumped to one conclusion.

"Is this heaven?" Gyll tought to himself

"You have a pretty boring idea of what heaven is like, Gyll." A voice said from behind Gyll.

It was a child-like figure of a boy with bright red hair, slightly tanned skin and vibrant orange eyes.

He was dressed in leather and fur, a black cape and no hat or helmet.

He wore an expression of excitement and pride.

"Who are you!?" Gyll asked, attempting to jump back but tripping and falling onto the floor.

"Look at yourself, you can't bear to look at me without freaking out?" The figure said.

Gyll felt a strange, heavy feeling in his gut, "C'mon Gyll."

the figure said extending a hand towards Gyll.

Gyll's hand slowly move towards the figure's almost on its own.

Gyll used his other hand to snap himself out of the trans, "I asked... who are you?" Gyll demanded again.

The figure coughed, "Name's Phyl, and I'm the demon possessing the glove you so rudely fiddled with." The figure said.

"Where are we?" Gyll asked, now standing and more alert.

"This is your empyl." Phyl said.

"My what?" Gyll asked, looking around the area once again finding that the arrangement of the pillars, tiles and doors has changed.

"She really likes keeping you in the dark," Phyl said, his arms crossed and a grin on his face.

Gyll remained siled, giving no response, just maintaining eye contact.

"Your empyl is the physical manifestation of your soul and body," Phyl said.

"It's actually more like how you imagine it, the real, real version is a little hard to understand for you mortals," Phyl added.

"What do you want?" Gyll asked.

Phyl lunged towards Gyll stopping his clenched fist centimetres away from Gyll's face, this made Gyll freeze up before falling back to the ground.

"I'm just about done with you giving me orders, mortal." Phyl roared angerly.

The room remained silent,

"Now, since you are so curious, I will let you in on a little secret of mine, I hate, HATE, weaklings," Phyl said walking in circles around Gyll as he walked.

"I think this is a pretty reasonable idea considering my superiority to mortals, and to be honest, most demons as well," Phyl added.

"What does this have to do with me?" Gyll asked.

Gyll saw how much Phyl seems to hate mortals, why would he even consider posessing him.

"Well, for some reason, an acquaintance of mine seems to be a little... enchanted by you," Phyll explained.

"And I can't stand the idea of a superior being choosing to mingle with mortals," Phyl added.

Gyll was too terrified to comment on his hypocrisy.

Phyl leaned in towards Gyll's face.

"And that's why I'm going to have to demonstrate to her how pathetic you are!" Phyl said before Gyll could respond he found himself in a different room, one with a cobblestone path, snow fell from the sky, Gyll looked around and realised he couldn't move his body, he could only observe.

"Why don't you re-live your pathetic life, while I turn your party into minced meat." Phyl's voice echoed in Gyll's mind.

Meanwhile, back in the physical world in the cave.

Mi looked at Gyll, now wearing the glove stand up, his hands emanating a crimson flame.

"Why hello there friend!" Gyll's body said.

"I know it's you," Mi said looking directly in Gyll's eyes.

Phyl was now in control of Gyll's body, as Phyl walked out of the cave, Mi extended her mace in front of Gyll's path.

"What are you going to do? Kill my vessel and I'll just come back, but Gyll won't." Phyl chuckled.

"Now if you'll excuse me," Phyl said, flicking Mi into the side of the cave, crumbling the rock as Gyll made his way towards Kaber's unconscious body.