There are two methods of possession: Spiritual or Magical (also known as mechanical).
Spiritual Possession is as the name implies; your spirit replaces your victim’s, taking control of their body. However, this method is difficult as it either requires you to be a being with great control over their spirit (AKA ghosts or cursed spirits) or have a talent relating to the Psyche, where all spirits reside. However, once you master movement within the Psyche, it is almost impossible to defend against unless the victim has greater or equivalent control.
Magical Possession is a lot more straightforward in theory, but just as difficult in practice. Mana flow represents the emotions and thoughts of a person, reflecting their brainwaves. This is how sorcery can exist — to control the mana particles within our souls to temporarily transform into matter, energy or information. However, this can also act vice versa, as controlling one’s mana flow can affect their emotions, perceptions and thoughts, even taking over motor control. Using this principle, experienced sorcerors can either A: control a person from close proximity or B: create a charm of a cursed object to remotely control their victims. However, this method may have unintended consequences depending on the method, as even after possessing someone, their mind and spirit will still remain in their body.
* AS3 Mana Sciences: Advanced-Grade Textbook, 12th Edition (2450, Various)
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For the first time in around a decade, Attila felt like a helpless little girl again. It reminded her of her time back in Sonosis, crying in fetal position hiding from the other children. Back then she did not understand why, and she still couldn’t understand now. It was something to do with her father’s proximity to Avangarden and his job, but there was something more to it. Something important was forgotten.
“Don’t cry, it ruins your beautiful face.”
Oh, how she hated and feared the voice. The voice was female, but it sounded as if dozens were speaking at the same time. It had yet shown itself, but it was as if the sound originated from everywhere at once.
“It’s a first for me, seeing a beautiful demon. Are you sure you’re fully a demon? No mized blood?”
Of course, she was a complete demon. Both her mother and father were demons, even if they seemed very human for Sonosian standards.
“What’s your specie? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of your kind.”
“...You killed my mom.”
Silence.
“She wasn’t as beautiful as you.”
Attila stood up. She would not take such slander toward her mother. The girl felt her blood boiling, rage building up within her heart. The disrespect and disregard for life were unforgivable, though what else was she to expect from a monster? This murderer was like a demon from one of those propaganda posters from the past Avangardian societies, all anti-demon in nature.A striking appearance, incarnation of evil, and smelling horrible. The demons depicted were true monsters, but Attila had never seen anyone like that back in her hometown. Maybe things were just different back then.
And what was it with the demons and their smell…? She never smelt anything particularly different from demons and no humans around her seemed to smell anything either. Attila had actually asked Sivrit about this exact topic before, and neither she nor her father sensed anything strange. Sivrit’s father simply chalked it up to unfounded prejudice, but Attila felt that there may have been more in play.
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“Shut the fuck up before I make you, you fuck!” shouted Attila toward the dark void.
It was incorrigible, but understandable rage. Even against the fear of the unknown, Attila’s rage allowed her to stand up.
“...It’s okay.”
The voice then suddenly disappeared for a few seconds, and a silent figure began to walk toward Attila. Upon closer inspection, it was but a girl around her age. While her clothes were simple cloth, her appearance seemed almost perfect, her face resembling that of Sivrit’s friend, Ayn. She also had a luscious head of red hair similar in hue to Reginn, as if she had stolen those aspects of their appearance.
“I suppose I should introduce myself since I’m intending to stick with you for a while.” said the girl, “My name is Kyriekaos, the 33rd hero of Amstangrad — or I suppose it’s Avangarden now.”
“...I don’t care. Go fuck yourself.”
“Now, now, we should try to get along. We’re in for a long ride after all.”
Attila turned her back toward the figure. She was trying her best not to assault the target in front of her, no matter how frail they looked. This was for her own safety, as they seemed to be the master of this domain.
“Then how about as an equivalent exchange, I grant you a wish?”
“...Bring my mom back, give my body back and go kill yourself then.”
“Hm… I don’t think you understand your position here.”
A second figure emerged from the shadows, and Attila was physically unable to close her eyes. Her eyelids turned perfectly transparent, and the horror in front of her was inevitable to be seen. She could not turn her head or move in any way, as the flower-beast slithered closer and closer. Perhaps this was why they say that demons stink, as this six-petaled flower, flesh petals and spinal tentacle stank of concentrated blood. It was enough to cause Attila’s nose pain, and the glass sphere in the center seemed artificially inserted — the entire creature seemed like a horrific artificial creation. With its brain content in the center, one may assume that it had its vulnerable point open for any and all attack, but any warrior worth their dime would immediately understand that this was a show of power as well as a trap, and so Attila shivered.
“This beautiful form in front of you is what I like to call my ‘inner mind’ form. The monster you see is my ‘true’ form.” said Kyriekaos, “You see, my first goal is to serve the government, but it seems that they have gone and perished. Now I can pursue my second goal, to pursue ultimate beauty.”
Attila was still frozen in place as Kyriekaos circled around her, the beast staying still like a guard dog.
“Strength is beauty and fragility is beauty. You must have a sufficient amount of both to achieve perfection.“ continued Kyriekaos, “So far, I have already seen two people more beautiful than myself — the red-haired hero and the silver-haired hero. I must learn from them and surpass them, in both strength and beauty.”
Silence.
Kyriekaos put her hand under Attila’s chin, caressing her face. The skin was healthy and supple, and her eyes were like marbles. This child was most definitely special too in one way or another.
“Enjoy your stay within the realm of darkness — a prison of your own mind.”
Kyriekaos — both the doll and beast versions of herself — disappeared into the shadow, leaving Attila alone with her thoughts. It was over, wasn’t it? There was no way she could do anything against such an eldritch enemy. She returned to the fetal position after regaining control over her body.
“Silverguards… Sivrit… Dad… Someone please come save me…”
However, none would hear her weeps.