It festers, the anger within the boy swirls madly throughout his body. The boy is hardly conscious at this point, since he’s blinded by rage. The person using the yōkai’s body narrows his eyes at the blond, with teeth barred while wearing a grimace.
“Haah? Ya ‘ave some mouth. ” His voice cracks; it sounds like his voice has not been used in quite some time.
“…..’ve no right to tell ya who I am. Ye don’t even look familiar. What business do ye ‘ave with him…?”
He sighs, as emotionless as prior. He tilts his head, wondering who this person is–– surely it wasn't some other spirit who managed to take advantage of the boy. He leans forward, resting his chin on his hands as he circles around the blond.
"I am Helios, Greek Sun Titan who formally managed the rising of the sun."
"I merely came to see the boy, because I felt a disturbance, since the spitfire requested for me to look after him when he was not around. May I inquire what has happen to him? I am talking about Lars of course. And you are using his body, without his explicit permission. So I expect you to go to where ever you crawled from under and go back there."
