It was pitch black outside, the time transitioning from the latest hour of the evening to the earliest of the morning. Marie had tucked the Saint’s Necklace safely into a nearby drawer. Having kicked her blanket off during the night, she sprawled on her bed, a tendril of drool dripping down her chin as she slept soundly.
“Leon, you dummy,” she muttered to herself. “Luxion, you big jerk… Zz…”
Something rattled, echoing through the room. The drawer containing the necklace opened on its own, and black mist spilled out. Approaching Marie, the formless mass took the shape of a woman. Two golden eyes gleamed where its head seemed to be. They were almond-shaped, and wide open at first, only to gradually narrow into thin slits.
Whatever this being was, it originated from the necklace.
The mist creature peered at Marie’s face, its eyes closed in smiling crescents—an expression of pure joy. “Finally,” it purred, “I’ve found you.”
Even as the ominous being approached, Marie had shown no sign of waking. She flipped over in her sleep, still caught in a peaceful, happy dream.
“Tee hee hee!” the feminine figure tittered, stretching a hand toward Marie. “I’ll be taking your body.”
The hand pierced straight through Marie, and the rest of the mist creature’s form followed quickly, invading her frame.