That was impossible.
Once a superior being possessed someone, they were bound to that vessel until it died naturally. That was law.
Jeff suddenly spoke, breaking Damien's train of thought.
"You seem awfully tense," he said lightly. "How about we grab some tea? Think of it as… catching up."
Damien frowned. "Stop playing games. What do you actually want?"
Jeff chuckled again. "Still as rude as ever, Damien. Fine, I won't beat around the bush. I need your help."
Damien's gaze sharpened. "With what?"
Jeff's expression shifted, the playfulness vanishing as a faint seriousness crept in.
"Before I explain, there's something you need to see."
He snapped his fingers.
The sharp sound cut through the air like a trigger.
A figure staggered forward from the shadows.
It was a zombie.
Up close, its body looked as though it had been crudely stitched together after being chopped apart.
