Possession takes hold

The middle light begins to dim until threatening to burn out

Clinging to his last flicker of dignity

He swallows the tears of relief

Turning them into tears of death

A body collapses into unconsciousness and certain death

A deafening cry of rage erupts and the malignant spirit leaves the dying body

Thundering footsteps rush to the scene of demise

Powerful fingers with the strength to easily destroy find their way into the throat of the damned

Pushing gently they trigger a contraction of muscles

The tears spill forth from the mouth until one of the four humors spills out as well

The heartbeat strengths slightly

But he won't wake up tonight