White Huntress (2)

'Souls, souls, souls,' whispered the voices in Gray's head.

"I said shut the fuck up," shouted Gray as he woke up, sweat covering his face, and the mark on his right hand glowing ever so dimly.

'Huh? When did I?' wondered Gray as he realized that he was back in his house.

"These clothes, the goblin noble, I see, that demon kept his end of the bargain," whispered Gray as he got out of bed and walked to the dressing mirror at the corner of his room.

"What?" whispered Gray in confusion, although it had been a while since he had seen himself in a mirror, he clearly remembered having both his eyes and hair black.

"Demon what did you do to me?" asked Gray as he ran his fingers through his hair, causing the sleeve of his black suit to droop and reveal the mark that ran along his hand all the way to his forearms.