
Abab's words, that rang inside her head, made Mags want to laugh and gag at the same time. Fun together? Oldest, best pal? Bullshit. Thanks to Abab Mags had missed out of many things, she couldn't date or swim or sometimes even put on clothes properly thanks to the demon's mood swings and now he actually wanted her to give up on the first and probably only chance she had to get back some control?
"Shut up Abab. You know what I'll do if you start messing with this and you know I'll do it."
Mags answered Abab inside her head, but didn't even bother glaring at her arm and just kept her eyes on the book before her. Ignoring was what worked on Abab the best. But this time it only irritated the demon, and suddenly Mags' left arm began grabbing at the book, trying to snatch it away. Mags pulled the book away from his grip, and for a while Mags looked rather amusing, basically wrestling with her own left arm for a demonology book. But it ended, when Mags stood up and walked over to her bag, which was at the other end of the table. And as they got close a very uncomfortable feeling spread inside Mags' body, and her left arm began aching. Abab stopped resisting, and instead the arm fell limp by Mags' side. She looked down on it with a frown.
"I told you I'd do it."
Inside the bag there was a crucifix, a holy item that was able to get Abab under control.
"Now behave, because I will make this charm whether you want it or not."
@Kait