“Please, let me go.” Whimpered the voice.
“Never, you’re mine now!” He snapped back.
“I beg you, let this nightmare end.” The words were almost lost beneath the violent wailing.
“No! I will never release you!”
“But why? What do you want of me?”
“Nothing, I want absolutely nothing.”
The ancient crumbling church rattled with the deep howl, filled of both painful misery and rage.
“You can scream and kick all you want, it’s not going to change anything.”
“Please, I will give you anything you wish, do anything you want, I can grant your brightest dreams or your deepest desires. Just tell me what you want.”
He sat silently by the fire, watching the reflection of the flickering flames dance among the faded faces of old forgotten saints.
“You have to let me go, I can’t stand this torture any longer.”
“There’s no way out of this, you should have understood that years ago.”
“Please, please, just tell me what you want.”
“I already told you… I want absolutely nothing.”
The howling grew louder. The whole mountain shook beneath the ruins. Violent, half-formed things twitched and growled within the flames, their claws lusting for warm blood and flesh. He remained, unfazed, within the circle.
“Damn you!” Screamed the voice. “Damn you and your cursed kin! Tell me what you want! Everybody had a secret wish, a dark longing, an unconfessed lust! Why won’t you tell me what yours is!? Why do you play with me like this!?”
“I want… absolutely… nothing.”
“I should never have possessed you!”
“But you did, and in so doing damned yourself.”
The defeated voice faded, silently retreating back into his mind. Nothing but a sorry sobbing mass of pitiful growls.
He had trained a lifetime for this mission.
He trained until he became the perfect living prison for the demon who had preyed on his kin since everybody could remember.
He trained until he had nothing.
He trained until he needed nothing.
He trained until he wanted nothing.
He he trained until he was nothing.
Alone, by the fire, he sat in silence among the other broken stones.