The old man stared at him. "What has been done has been done. He won't die. At least not anytime soon. You have blocked off his fate of death for the moment and cured him, but at what cost? You have made a monster from hell."
Mr. Albert trembled. "What... what does that mean?" he demanded.
"You have inputted a monster into your son. The spirit you invited into him to save him from his fate is different from his mortal nature. It is a fight inside of him. A fight for himself and one of the devils that wants to take over him."
"It will always be like this. He will be a vessel of the dark one. A devil. But if he isn't trained well, he'll just be a monster who destroys."
Mr. Albert panicked. "No, please help me do something. Stop this. Save my son. Save him..." the man pleaded on his knees.
He begged the old man to save his son. Begged him to save him from turning into a monster. To save him from this fate.
"I spoke of a consequence," the old man said. "And this is part of it."
