Eliza heard her demon laughing inside her head. She could feel it trying to gain control of her but she fought against it. A disgruntled frown formed on her face as she tried to stop Disease from taking over her mind. Every time Disease was able to gain control over her, she always felt an unbearable pain searing through her body. Although her demon could never manifest in her mind for too long, the pain was always much too strong.

"No!" Eliza exclaimed as her demon persisted in her head, beginning to darken her vision until it was pitch black. Already, it felt like a thousand needles were piercing through her while Disease used Eliza's body as a vessel to communicate with Death's spirit.

"Ha! You call to me so bitterly yet you moon over my vessel," Disease spat, its voice gritty and cold as it escaped Eliza's lips. "I found her first, get your own. She is a lot stronger than she looks though and she doesn't have much left to live for really. But her mind is dark and so full of vice, it's fascinating. I'll tell you what's not fascinating though... life. It's boring and fragile and..." the harsh voice was cut off as Eliza took back her consciousness. The stabbing pain in both her head and her chest had now become too much and she bid Disease to give her back her mind. The demon submitted immediately and Eliza's sight returned, revealing to her once again the image of Death's dark spirit still seated in his chair.

At Eliza's awakening, she clutched at her chest with one hand. With the other, she massaged her forehead with her fingers and could feel something dripping from her nose and tear duct. When she went to wipe away at the mystery substance, she looked at her fingertips to find a red liquid decorating them. She was crying blood. "Ugh, I hate it when you do this," she said aloud, even though it was directed to the demon within her.