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There are a great many wonders in the Fade, from the mundane to the truly impressive. Morrigan has walked its ever-changing paths, seen a good many things that would amaze the most hardened cynic; an oversized talking mouse is hardly anything to get excited about.
It has, however, been a while since she has been subject to such an obvious and poorly executed attempt at demonic possession. The templars like to talk of evil and cunning and danger, of temptation that takes all of one’s will to resist; ‘tis a common practice, she has noted, among so-called ‘civilized’ people when facing the unknown.
“Begone, demon.” After suffering in silence through Irving and Greagoir’s melodramatic speeches, playing the obedient mage as Flemeth instructed, Morrigan lacks the patience even to laugh at the creature’s poor facade of innocence. “I will not be your vessel, no matter how pitifully you beg.”
“What?” the mouse squeaks. “I—I’m not a demon. I’m an apprentice like you! Or I was—”
“Do not waste your breath. ‘Tis not the first time I have been here, and you are hardly the most clever demon I have met.”
The mouse swells, growing and shifting until a boy stands smirking before her with a hard glint in his eye. “I thought you smelled different. You do not have the fear or uncertainty of an apprentice. But there is still much I can offer you—”
Morrigan waves her hand, cutting him off. “I have already given you my answer.”
A deep, throaty chuckle seems to reverberate all around her; the boy’s flesh melts away to reveal the demon’s true visage, as hideous and inhuman as its voice. “Very well. I can see that I am outmatched. Beware, however. You possess power, but your arrogance will be your downfall.”
“If I am ever inclined to take advice from a demon, I shall consider your words,” Morrigan snarks. “Now begone, and let this foolish ‘test’ be ended.”
The demon chuckles again, its voice fading as Morrigan’s surroundings dim. “True tests never end.”