Ghost (Treat)

The burning lead pierced him. Death claimed him, cold and absolute. But he did not want to leave. The shadows swirled, whispering, mocking. "—How disappointing, Simon. Is this how you end it?" An entity loomed over him, an echo of something primal and corrupt. "—I will bring you back to life, but at a price," he purred. "—Every death you cause will be mine. Their last breaths, my name." Ghost felt the emptiness swallow him. He could refuse… but the alternative was nothingness. "Deal" growled Pain shook him. A heartbeat. A breath. He was alive. But not free. Laughter echoed in his mind. The entity would never leave him. "Who do we kill first, Simon?" Ghost closed his eyes. He was back, yes. But his soul no longer belonged to him.

"I will offer you power in exchange for devotion" Ghost: I accept