The Bleak Reach
A thin, sadistic smirk crossed the face of The Curse as Giovanni mentioned how 'ruthless to those who come around {me}' it had been. It was content and delighted to have brought such suffering to others, and to Giovanni by default.
Giovanni was left with no delusion of this creatures malicious, callous and malevolent nature ... and it sent a cold shiver down his spine.
But he could sense the being before him now in a way he'd never had the opportunity to in the past.
By possessing Ol' Torvill, The Curse had opened itself to Giovanni, also. Taking the old man's body was, in some ways, a weakness.
A weakness that Giovanni could exploit.
In its unnatural, abyssal eyes, Giovanni could see truths that he could never have when the demon lay within him. And he searched those eyes now ... seeking to draw out knowledge that the Demon didn't want him to have.
And The Curse resisted. Giovanni could feel it: an active resistance that accompanied a sudden look of anger upon its face as it realised that it wasn't, entirely, in command of this situation as it thought it had been.
But, caught off guard, The Curse could not shut down Giovanni's sensings swiftly enough, and Giovanni saw those whom were most emotionally important to The Curse.
~ The roiling darkness within its eyes showed an even deeper roiling darkness ... the abyss from whence it had come. And in that darkness was the god-like being that had created The Curse. This entity was known to The Curse as Abbadon: a dark ruler of some unmade hell in the deepest pits of Unmade Night. The Curse didn't perceive Abbadon with any loving emotion, but as a dark, cruel and harsh master that The Curse intrinsically sought to serve out of duty and fear more than devotion. The Curse was made to serve, not just forced to serve.
~ Armond ... Giovanni's grandfather. But as a young man. When The Curse was bound to Armond, it was bound with the hatred and resentment that the summoner had for Armond. It was as though the summoner had absolved themselves of such passions by forging those feelings into emotional chains, and using those to bind The Curse. The summoner would likely no longer have held such feelings for Armond, instead transferring all that pain and anguish into The Curse ... forcing The Curse to take on the obligation and drive created by those passions.
~ Giovanni saw himself; as the sole encumberant of that binding. Funnily enough, what he was was that The Curse had a passion to keep Giovanni alive. For some reason, there was conflict within The Curse ... it wanted to be released from its bindings, but could not bare to think of Giovanni killed (yet delighted in the idea of his pain and torment). Which was strange, because from what Giovanni knew, it was the cursed fortune of this being that caused the death of so many of his family.
~ The Summoner was a human woman named Viomenta de Carnash; a sorceress in a land far, far from here. Due to the emotions that she had taken from herself, and bound into The Curse to compel it, there was a very strong emotional connection between The Curse, and Viomenta. It was as though part of her lived within him, in a sense. Giovanni could see the woman now, standing before him in the eye of The Curse ... a reanimation of that moment in which the binding took effect, and she invested her passions within it.
~ A demon that The Curse knew as Olviant; maybe some kind of sister spirit? The emotions of a being such as The Curse were difficult and so very alien to anything Giovanni could comprehend. But in some strange fashion, Olviant represented to The Curse the closest thing that Giovanni could sense as a positive connection. Like The Curse itself, and Abbadon, it manifested visually in Giovanni's senses as a roiling form of unformed nothingness; yet, like the others, Giovanni felt that he might 'recognise' it if he ever encountered it.
And Giovanni sensed a dark, twisted sense of conflict within The Curse between its loyalty to Abbadon and to Olviant.
(... and that is all for you. In know the Gift says 'hold-dozen', but you'll have to be happy with these, I regret.)
And then the sensing slammed shut, as The Curse forced himself to disassociate from Giovanni: an iron-clad wall of will slamming down between them, preventing any further understanding on Giovanni's part.
And The Curse suddenly lurched backward, standing as it did so, and knocking over the chair it had been on.
And cruel and scared look upon its face. "Fuck off, little man. Get the Hell. OUT. OF. MY. H E A D !"