The cameras flashed with hungry brilliance.

  Walter Sprite. A man whose name and face were well-renowned for his technical genius and acting feats.

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  “Mr. Sprite! Over here!.. Over here!” An eager reporter exclaimed as he pushed up against the blockade of the red carpet.

  Walter knocked his head to the side, regarding the reporter, his dusty blond locks bouncing with charm.

  The cameras flashed again, the edge of his lips pulled into a perfected smile that oozed grace and easy confidence.

  “Why hello, what can I do for you on this moonlit night?” He chuckled, his words smooth and candied for the public's ears.

  The reporter adjusted his maroon polo, clearing his throat and holding up his microphone.

  “We-.. We were just wondering if you could answer a..-a few questions for the public,” Walters' teal eyes peeked in calm interest as the man continued. “The people have been wanting to know... How does it feel to be adored and respected by so many, even those not just in the scientific community? Was this always the path you saw for yourself?”

  Walter let out an easy-going laugh, “Please, Mr…. what did you say your name was again?”

  The reporter blinked in surprise, having forgotten to introduce himself. “O-..Oh, my name is Henry Jenkin, I’m a-..a reporter for the News Nation..” he stammered out, “I-..I’m also a big fan.. Heh..” Henry said before clearing his throat and adjusting his polo collar again.

  Walter hummed, eyeing Henry's body language. It was clear to anyone that this man was a nervous wreck underneath his too-tight tie and the creases in his suit jacket. Locking eyes back with the reporter, Walter sprang a more welcoming smile and a hearty laugh which the reporter took to follow, laughing with him.

  “Mr. Jenkin, those are some fine questions, truly,” his tone friendly and insightful. “However, it's not that I sought out this path, but that this path sought out me!” Gently taking the microphone from Henry’s hand, who was too busy looking at Walter in awe to register the item's disappearance. “In fact, if it wasn’t for adoring and loyal fans such as yourself, I don't know how else I would have done it. It's men like you that supported me to become the big shot I am now.”

  Henry just stared in wonder, mildly tearing up.

  “Woah…” He murmured wistfully.

  Handing back the microphone to the stunned reporter, Walter patted his shoulder before smiling at the cameras and heading down the red carpet to his sleek black limousine.

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  Numerous fans and reporters flashed cameras and screamed for a sliver of his attention, it was pathetic, truly, and utterly pathetic.

  A sly, sinister smile sliced over his lips as he ducked into the car, taking a seat in the back, as his driver closed the door behind him.

  Walter loved his fans.

  They were like depraved cultists, and he was their salvation.

  Too bad he wasn’t the real Walter.

  The limo rolled to a start, driving steadily out of the city.

  He gazed into the reflection of the car window, teal eyes staring back at him.

  And behind him, a man was sitting. Looking like a cloned ghostly personage of Walter.

  Except this man had baby blues for eyes, and was glaring with a foul and spiteful rage.

  “Enjoying yourself, are we, demon?” the man spat out sarcastically.

  Not Walter, only smirked wider,

  “Oh, please, what's got you in such a sour mood, hm, Walter?” He chuckled manically at the spirit of the man he’d been possessing for the past two years now.

  The real Walter’s glare only intensified as he fumed silently.

  “We agreed to you only using my body to make sure I’m famous! Not going to red carpets and fan fair!” He shouted, getting in the face of the demon.

  “The deal was you use your skills in my body to make my name world-renowned and to make me wealthy, I never agreed to you permanently hijacking my body, Elritch.” Walter sid

  Elritch only hummed, giving him a bored look.

  “Look, Walt, I made the inventions, I did the acting. Heck, I even fixed up your sloppy looks and worked out for you,” he scoffed, “I’m doing my part. You're well-renowned now, but you're not world-renowned, and by the terms of our agreement, that means I have to keep using your body till I accomplish that for you.” His bored look turned into one of cunning pride.

  Walter could only stare wide-eyed at his realization.

  “..You…you planned this.. You just wanted my body, you sleazy, no good mothe-!”

  Walter pulled back his arm, aiming to punch Elritch squarely in the face; however, his arm didn't disappear into him like he half expected…it just.. slowly disappeared, stopping at the wrist.

  “Wha-... what's happening to me..” He froze in shocked terror.

  Elritch could hardly contain himself, he threw his head back with a boisterous laugh.

  “Oh- Oh its to good,” he wiped a fake tear from his eye, grinning, “What do you thinks happening ‘Big shot’, news flash its what happens to every spirit not inside a host or sealed and grounded to an item in the living plane, you're going away.” Elritch could only lean back comfortably in his seat, well pleased with himself. “And you won't be coming back.” He coldly declared definitively.

  Walter was silent for the rest of the drive.