A Drop of Poison

A Drop of Poison.

That was all it ever took for David to lose control, for Ribbon Head to take over and cause mayhem, all while he fought desperately to stay alive, wrestling with a being he couldn't understand just for the chance to live as himself for another day. The Nights were the worst for him: Sure, people say that sleep helps if you're stressed out, but for David? It was just another fresh hell for him to endure. The nightmares were indescribable, freakish visions constructed by an all powerful being.

Ever since he first "woke up" on that alter, That eldritch had tried every dirty trick in the book to get what belonged to it: David's soul. And there were days where frankly, it was close to victory. One time it almost drove the man to offing himself due to never finding any sort of peace, only to realize that dying young was exactly what Ribbon Head wanted. So it opted to just fuck with him, break him down in every conceivable way, in the off chance that he'd grow too weak of mind to fight back, and it'd finally win the battle of wills. David was however a stubborn soul: He knew in the end he'd lose eventually to the beast. But what good would it do him, to just roll over and accept defeat with no resistance whatsoever? If he really was not any stronger than an eldritch, he wouldn't have succeeded at containing it within himself while retaining his own soul, his own humanity.

However, while he always assumed that Ribbon Head would only gain control in brief bursts: While he slept or got beaten near senseless by the gal he always teased, he never realized that there was a third way it could gain control. And he only discovered it when he attended a party, held by the dons of both the Devil's Advocates and The Toledo mob. It started small, albeit a little chaotic due to some of the mobsters getting rowdy after having a few drinks. That was until David himself had a couple drinks. Once he got a little drunk, he immediately blacked out: Leaving the eldritch to wreck havoc upon the unsuspecting mobsters. He ended up hurting a lot of people there: Mentally and physically. Had the consig working for the Devil's Advocates not stepped in, he no doubt would've ended up killing everyone.

If only he was so lucky as to have kept Ribbon Head's existence a secret even in that moment. Now that both mobs knew, there flared up serious debates on what to do with him. Some suggested kicking him out of the mob, as he was too much of a danger to everyone around him as well as himself. Others warned that booting him would make him switch sides, and with his power he could easily take down a mafia: It was better to just kill him, and destroy the body so Ribbon Head would just leave. Ultimately, it was decided to keep him around, but the leash around his neck needed to be tightened: If he was just allowed to do whatever he needed or wanted to do, he'd certainly endanger the mobs again. As a compromise, Frost was assigned unofficial the "keep David out of trouble" role. Malifer, in turn, made absolutely sure that this didn't slide: If David endangered his mob again, he'd personally deal with David, in the "you wouldn't like one bit of what I'd do to you" way.

That moment onward, While David still kept up his teasing, charismatic weasel façade, he grew far more terrified of what Ribbon Head was doing to him, to the people around him...and Himself.