He felt cold, ever since the demon left his body, he felt cold, not in a way that he wanted Declan to be back, but the demon was always running wild with anger, so much so that it heat up his boy. His head was still spinning, he was glad for Irvin and Zeke, otherwise he’d still be a demon, or dead, though a this point he didn’t mind dead...at all. With a sigh, Felix looked at the adress Zeke wrote for him in a pice of paper, a friend who was witch and could help him, witches, great, but Irvin was a demon and he was good, this woman was going to be good too, Zeke was not going to send him there if she wasn’t right?
He knocked on the door, head still down as he didn’t want people to see his face and think he’s Declan, Felix hoped one day people stoped remenber all the terrible things he did, the demon made him do... almost laughing with that thought, that would be a way to end up in a hospital for sure, “the demon made me do it” he thoguht to himself as he waited for this person to open the door.
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