[Salone]

Lev awoke slowly, objects swimming across his vision hazily. They drifted in and out, slowly coming in to focus. He was in pain. Blood was in his mouth. His face felt like it was on fire, and his chest was in pain...he tried to sit up, realizing that his muscles were expended and worn from...from...

Lev screamed. He screamed, and he did not stop. Feral shrieks filled the armory as he grabbed his head, wrenching back and forth violently. Visions flooded his head. Death. Carnage. Perverse gluttony. He wretched as those particular memories came crashing back. Everything that had usually been kept from him had been messily left this time, nothing erased in the demon's haste to retreat deeper inside. To realize what had happened to Lev, what he had done, nearly drove him deeper in to insanity. He began screaming at anyone he could see, shouting at the woman who had hired him in the first place.

"Get away! GET AWAY! Possesses my body! Carnage! I harbor! I harbor!"

He kept shaking, nails of his fingers sinking in to the sides of his head. Blood slowly oozed from his claw marks, mixing with the older blood he had exposed to the light of day. In his current condition he looked crazed, or perhaps even a fresh Dybbuk. His scars and wounds were plenty, and if not for the animation he could easily have been mistaken for a corpse. However, most corpses were not known for their screaming.

"I possess demon!"