Returning to Margaret's house

"Damn it…" Margaret fell to her knees, in pain.

"M-Margaret!" I knelt down to grab her, and noticed that her bandage was soaked and dripping with dark red blood.

"I lost... a lot of blood... We need to get back home... fast." Margaret said before glancing at me. "I'm going to need you for a bit, sorry."

Sve closed her eyes, and her body suddenly went limp.

"W-what do you mean, Margaret?" As soon as I said that, I could feel my control on Risa lessening… W-what's going on?

My body moved on its own, my hand going on my chest. "Being possessed isn't a pleasant experience, is it?"

S-she possessed me?

"Don't worry, I won't stay long." She said as she grabbed the necklace her body was wearing, before crushing the stone in her hand. "It's not a lot, but it'll be enough mana to help me carry my body to the car and drive home."

I watched as Margaret left the castle, avoiding the corpses on the way out while carrying her body. Having your body controlled by someone else really was a frightening experience… Was this how my hosts felt when I was using the mind sink? I felt even more sorry for them… Margaret reached the car and we drove back to her home.

After making sure that no one would see her carrying her lifeless body, we came in. "I'm going to leave your body, stay here with mine until I'm back. It should take a few minutes.”

Margaret sat her body on the couch… and I suddenly was back in control. It was disorienting at first, I almost fell over.

"What is she going to do?" I wondered. I waited for several minutes, until I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the house, surprising me. "W-who's there?"

A tall young woman with silver hair walked in, and looked at me. "Calm down."

"W-who are you?"

"It's me, Margaret."

I glanced at Margaret's body, lying on the couch, and then back at the silver-haired woman. "W-what? H-how?"

"Remember what Circe said?"

After a few seconds, I did recall the conversation they had. "A-about... making a body for her?"

She nodded. "Yes, that."

"A-are you a demon, too?" I hesitantly asked.

She had a slight smile at my question. "Heh, that would be nice. But no, I'm still human. One of the strongest witches who ever lived, but a human still, unfortunately. I will explain more later if you want but, in short, I have learnt how to create artificial bodies. Or homonculi, if you prefer." Margaret glared at me, her frightening expression from last Friday being restranscribed on her new face. "And don't ever tell anybody else about that, understood? This is a domain of forbidden magic."

I quickly nodded. "O-okay... I-I promise!"

She smirked, happy to have scared me a bit. "Good." She regained her composure right after. "In any case, I have to heal my current body, so wait here. I'll be away for some time, so you can take a nap on the couch. After what happened, I assume that you are tired."

"Okay, thanks..."

Margaret carried her body on her shoulder and left. She probably had a secret room where she was doing her experiments, but obviously didn't want me to pry. I removed the lab coat and sat on the couch, thinking about what happened. We met a dangerous demon, and barely managed to survive, thanks to Margaret summoning another, more friendly demon. The summoning left her severely injured and weakened, she possessed me and carried her body here, before switching to another body she made.

Being able to create bodies… Doesn't that make her immortal? How did she learn to do that?

I looked down, observing the body that I was controlling, like I did at the bar. But what I experienced was different, this time. Before, I felt some excitement at the idea of being a young, smart, and beautiful woman. I believed that it was just temporary, so I could enjoy it. But now, after our failed attempt at finding a way for me to get back to normal, I was starting to feel depressed.

Is it... my life from now on? Am I **** to become someone else? To steal everything from them? I sighed. It's getting late...

I removed the leather boots I was wearing and laid on the couch, falling asleep shortly after, both from exhaustion and from the stress of this night.