Occult Spirit Battle episode 23
Damian wasn’t interested in what Prisca was saying. He was already fed up with everything and was burning in regret and frustration.
Prisca stood up from where she was pushed and observed Damian’s face. She realized he was lost. She then, felt for him and decided to stress further in order to helping him.
She went back to the alter and met Pris there.
“Why are you not listening to me? I’m commanding you, do not hurt him. I still love him and I believe this relationship is still going to work. Please understand me, I love him”
“Your mother already took that privilege from you, you don’t have the wills to command me anymore.” Pris said, leaving from the mirror.
Prisca looked scared, watching Pris, heading towards Damian’s room.
She looked back, trying to stop her, but couldn’t see her, she could only see her from the mirror.
She looked tense and rushed inside and met Pris standing next to Damian.
Damian couldn’t see her.
She raised her head, removing it from staring at Damian and then fixed a look on Prisca.
Prisca stood scared, watching her, trying to see what she will do next.
Damian was lying down, facing the ceiling. When he noticed that Prisca was having a constant look towards his direction, he turned, giving her a look.
He observed the stress playing on her face.
He looked at the direction she was looking at, but couldn’t see anyone there, he then realized that, they were not the only one in the room.
Just then, Pris raised her hand as a knife appeared on it. Her creepy face released a weird smile, as her neck swooshed one side.
At first, Prisca couldn’t see what it was clearly, it was faint. It was when she lowered her hand that it became clear that she was holding a knife.
Damian already noticed that something was amidst, so, he started moving away from that position.
Pris removed her eyes from Prisca and facing Damian. As she tried to stab him, Prisca screamed, rushing to save him, and Pris disappeared, smiling in a weird manner.
“She is here, isn’t she?” Damian asked, spanning the room, panicking.
“Yes, she is here. And she is planning to kill you, with a knife”
“Then I won’t remain in this house” Damian rushed the wardrobe, to pick some few things.
“What about me? You can’t leave me here. And trust me, she won’t harm you. I won’t allow her, because I love you”
Damian gave her a look and felt disgusted hearing that.
“Listen lady, I don’t know you. And besides, I can’t love a corpse” Damian said, leaving, but his exit was restricted.
He rustled to leave, but he got pushed back.
“Why can’t I leave?”
He was still trying to understand why his movement was restricted, as thunderous slap descended on his fade, which flung him over to the bed.
Pris’s smiling voice was echoing throughout the room.
And Damian was finally able to hear her.
He peed in his panties, fearing what the spirit wIll do to him.
to be continued