I have deep compassion for people who go to that dark place, the point of no return. For some truly believe that they are alone...that there is no one. They are crying for help and they fear no one will ever come. With that thought, the darkness takes them. They are not selfish or weak, they are broken, and in pain as all humans are.
I was furious, my head was about to blow clear of my shoulders. Arle looked up at me with a blank stare, utterly confused as to why I wasn't frightened of her. If she had used her gifts she would have seen that I suffer from irrational fears, not rational ones, so while a giant elevator might send me screaming into the night, demon possession did nothing. But ripping my vintage Chanel would set me off into a apocalyptic explosion the world has never seen.
"You absolutely cannot mess with someones free will. That is a huge universal no, no. The powers that be do not like that kind of behavior and I am sure somewhere in one of your many past lives, you did these kinds of spells all the time which is why you are so adept at doing them, and why the universe is trying to teach you such a hard lesson."