The puppet's horror rapidly deepened as the cracks spread to his arm, then his shoulder like a rampant disease. With each one added, he felt his host's life force plummet, the muscles wither, and the bones turn into drifting ashes.
He tried to shake free of Adam's grasp, but moving only deteriorated his state faster and made the boy's smirk widen.
Even worse, he knew they were unshakable despite his weakened state. Energy kept them glued and with Adam's unbreakable bones, his only option was to vaporise them. But no matter how much he tried, demonic flames refused to erupt. That disgusting sword strapped between their arms sealed them!
He clenched his beak, fury burning in his eyes. Would he, an artefact born to sow destruction and misery, lose in such a humiliating way, while enduring that monster's scornful smirk? No! He wouldn't accept it, not against a brat.
