The Duke gazed at Calvin, who appeared as if possessed, with eyes free of emotion, only a cold scrutiny: "Foolish, do you think you can wield the power of other-planar demons? The increase in strength you feel is nothing but a toxic spirit corruption fed back to you by that creature.
It planted a seed in you, using the souls within the castle to nourish itself. When it grows to a certain extent, or when you can no longer provide enough nourishment, you will become its final, and most delicious, meal.
I destroyed it, which is equivalent to cutting out a tumor on you, in a sense, I saved your life."
"Nonsense! You lie! That is my power! Power I worked hard to obtain!" Calvin refused to listen, the residual corrupting power within him seemed to retaliate in response to his extreme emotions, making him increasingly unstable, as he bared his teeth and claws trying to pounce at the Duke.
