While the possible scale was of Varrek's powers was important, so was sleep. He changed and went to bed. At around four in the morning he got woken up by Syrra. Who looked distraught.
-What's wrong...?- The boy asks.
-I've been having nightmares of this like ugly tall dude...-she answers
He then hears the demon, Voryn mutter something about not being ugly. Right, he can enter people's dreams...
-What do you want me to do with it? You're fourteen...-He says, annoyed he got woken up because of an idiotic demon causing mischief
-Well... I don't know.- She answered, embarrassed.
-Then what?- He asks, clearly wanting to go back to sleep.
-I'll just sleep on your couch.- She said quietly, embarrassed
-Suit your self...- Varrek rolls his eyes and mumbles, going back to sleep
But she still didn't go onto the couch. She just stood over him.
-What the hell do you want?- He yells, annoyed.
-You're supposed to offer me the bed now, you know.- She muttered with a slight smile on her face.
-You're either sleeping on the couch or with me and this bed ain't big enough so fuck off.
-Well then make space.-She jumped into the bed, chuckling under her nose- Goodnight!
-Goodnight..-He mumbled, wanting it to be morning again.
And morning came. He woke up to the sight of Syrra sleeping on the floor. He got out of bed, picked her up and put her back onto the bed. He looked out the window and saw Jorvin draggin Darron into the barn. He woke up just in time. He quickly hurried out of the house and ran towards the barn, sensing that he was about to ask Darron to summon someone. He quickly burst into the room and saw the boy with the book and Jorvin standing there quietly.
-You're interrupting Varrek.- The man said coldy
Without saying a word Varrek grabbed Darron and firmly pushed him outside the barn and shut the door.
-I'll tell you a secret. The reason why I asked you if there's a limit to the demons one can take..is because I have eight of them living inside of me.- Varrek says, with a proud smile on his face.
- Wipe that dumbass grin off your face, this is serious.- Marvolyx muttered inside the boy's head.
-That's impossible. They shouldn't be able to fit into your soul.- Jorvin said, starting to get shaken. What if he's telling the truth?
Then Jorvin lunged at the boy out of fear that he might be telling the truth. But because of Marvolyx's help he was able to tank the hit. The older man looked up from his fist to the boys face slowly, his face showing nothing but pure fear. He should be able to knock the man hard enough to cause damage without any aid from the demons inside him. Then Varrek swung, attempting to hit him hard enough to knock the man out. But one of the demons gives a surge of power into the boys arm, causing him to punch his head straight off, causing him to break all his fingers aswell. Varrek just stares at the body silently, terrified at what's he's done, not even noticing the pain. He slowly reaches up with his shaky hand and wipes off the blood off his face. His vision starts to get shaky and blurry, not being able to withstand the guilt, and the broken fingers in the hand he used to hit Jorvin
-God what have I done..- He says, crying out of both pain and guilt.
-How is this even possible..
He then slowly went unconcious because of the pain. Little did he know the demon that caused this was Azyth, the eight. He's planning to weaken Varrek's mental state so it's easier to manipulate and possess him.
Varrek later wakes up in his room. He looks around disoriented, noticing how dark it is outside. He then notices Syrra sleeping on the chair next to his bed. He gets out of bed and looks at his now healed hand. Atleast there's one positive thing about having demons inside of you. What's wierd aswell, he doesn't seem to be feeling any guilt or remorse. That was Marvolyx's doing. He was trying to protect him from Azryth. He puts the sleeping girl onto the bed, covers her with a blanket and leaves. He sees Darron crying in the living room, grieving over the loss of Jorvin. Once Darron noticed him he yells to him:
-You! Why'd you kill him?!
-Sorry, my hand slipped.- Varrek is shocked at his own words. And they weren't really his words, it was one of the demons, not Marvolyx since Varrek knows how his presence feels like.
He quickly went outside the house, ignoring Darron yelling at him. The moonlight causing the yard to look eery, the cold wind softly ruffling the leaves on trees, pigs in the distance. He took a big breath and sat down on the poarch. The boy looked at the scenery, realising this might be his last time seeing it. He knows he and his friends need to move somewhere else. Somewhere safer.