031 Cats Out Of The Bags

"What are you doing?" Damon asked with fear written all over his voice.

"You told me you needed me to free your soul because it's stuck in dark magic, burning in hellfire." Said Ann coldly.

"It's true!" Damon shouted with disbelief in his eyes, panicking.

"Yet you just said you are not the vessel, the orb in your hand is." Ann squinted her eyes at Damon suspiciously, "So which one is it?!"

"You really are paranoia!" Damon let out a light laugh, "I--"

"Don't test me!" Ann burst out angrily.

"What I said was true!" Damon put away the smile fast, "I told you! Half of my soul is trapped! Here, in this orb!"

Ann glared at Damon suspiciously still.

"This orb can absorb souls," Damon explained fast, "In this orb contains the eternally burning hellfire and half of my soul. Honest!"

"You want me to use it." Said Ann coldly, "Are you trying to trap my soul in this orb?!"

A glimpse of shock slid through Damon's eye