For a moment, all Patsy felt was blackness enveloping her, shaking her to her core, terrifying her in ways that she had never been terrified before.

And then she was gone.

The Darksoul looked down at the form it had occupied, of Patsy Walker, and it smiled - what else? - darkly. Yes, he quite liked this form. So did Daimon. That's what made this so great.

"Daimon!" The Darksoul said, it's voice a mixture of Patsy's and it's own. It was a dark, eerie, grating sound. "Oh, Daimon! Help her. Help her! Her light's being extinguished, Daimon. Save her!" Then, in Patsy's own, anguished voice. "Save me."