The ensemble was assembled, and the preamble was a shambles, the constabulary gave the obituary, for the man who was no man...Mark Forsythe was a man of.... means and excessive good looks. His charm and character were exceeded by his exquisite wit, with which he polished with observations, which made him almost, and very nearly, endearing.
For the past three years he had been the CEO of Phoenix USA and had held the controlling shares for that country. Who better to take over after Marsden's unfortunate passing? He was, of course, also the perfect vessel for Marsden to now inhabit.
This had been no coincidental occurrence as Marsden had prepared the body a few years earlier. He had caused a car accident that had eclipsed the spirit and sent it hurtling out of his young body, far into the spaces beyond.
Marsden was of course, first at the scene, having caused it. He pulled the body from the tangle of metal, and breathed his breath inside the corpse. During the heroic revival Marsden did not give a chance to the poor boy to re-enter; but rather he himself jumped in and took occupancy of his body, blocking the spirit entirely.
This was a rare opportunistic possession indeed.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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