Yarin's POV:
Azazel left, and I regained control of my body.
When I called out to her, my mom rushed up and hugged me. I felt my collar wet with warm liquid. She choked and said, "Yarin, my child, I'm glad you're fine. I'm so relieved..."
My mom cried and hugged me tightly. Her entire body trembled slightly as if I would turn into smoke and disappear from her arms in the next second.
I hugged and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, Mom. I'm fine. That demon didn't do anything to me."
My mom hugged me and cried for a while. When she raised her head, I saw the hatred in her eyes.
"Azazel invaded your body," she said coldly. "Even facing the evil power would cause immeasurable damage to the body, but he directly stuffed himself into your body, your soul... Yarin, we must go back and check on you in case he left something bad in your soul."
