Veratis gripped at his chest, his hand clutching his heart as he let out a sharp cry of pain. Keeling over as he breathed heavily, sharp quick inhales as if every bit of air he took in stung his lung.
He then threw his head back, his chest sticking out as his back arched, arms thrown behind him as his fingers tensed, writhing agony written across his face. He opened his maw wide and let out a loud blood curdling howl that screamed anguish as a shadow figure rose from his chest, the dark flames dancing around his body. The sinister mist crept atop his chest and spread out, the shadow taking form of a face as cold white sharp unforgiving eyes leered out from the darkness and looked towards Veratis. A head formed and snarled at the exorcist below it, its face mimicking the torment wrought over Veratis’ own face.
The shade was Veratis mirror image.
The shade was Him.
”You may rebuke the demons out in the world,” He hissed,
”But can you rid your inner demons?” The shady figure began a sinister chuckle that echoed around and stayed in the air far longer than anyone would have liked.
”Can you turn the blade on yourself?” He jeered.
Veratis let out a sigh as he slumped over backwards, fainting before he hit the ground. The jeering laughter echoing within his mind being the last thing he remembered.