Tw: Gore mention, blood
Unus wasn't the only one who didn't know where Anti was. In fact, not even Anti could tell where he was at the moment. All that he could say for a fact was that it wasn't pleasant. All-encompassing darkness surrounded him. He felt hot, cold, sweaty and freezing, all at the same time. His neck itched so badly, he wished he had cut it off completely. It had started to bleed again, but the blood was as thick as honey.
He felt dizzy. As one would feel when they cut their throat. No, that wasn't true. He never felt like that before. Blood loss had never concerned him. He was... Well, who was he? This body wasn't his, he had merely taken it over. In the end, he was just a creation of Marvin. He tried to wipe away the blood, but it kept drooling down. He wasn't just one of Marvin's experiments. The Mage had nothing on him. Yet, he had locked him away like a dog, hadn't he? No, he had been afraid, afraid because Anti was stronger than he'd ever be. That's why he had locked him away, and in the end, it didn't help. Anti took what is rightfully his.
He stopped mid wipe. How long has this other voice been inside his head? The darkness began to pulsate. He felt each pulse in his guts, like the deep bass of hundreds of invisible drums. A person emerged from the black. The man stopped in front of him, his piercing black eyes looking right through him.
»You are weak,« Blank said in a voice one would use to explain something to a kindergartner. »You rage against Marvin, and yet can barely contain him. Meanwhile, he had no problem doing the same to you.« His eyes followed a drop of blood falling down. It became smaller and smaller, and vanished in the darkness. »Your friends could have saved you. They could have defeated that demon piloting your body. But instead, they chose to attack you. They have already given up on you.«
»That is not true!« Anti felt Marvins rage deep inside him, and his hand shot up, wrapping it's fingers around Blanks throat.»And whose reaction was that? Does this hand belong to the weak one or the one nobody believes in?« He didn't even flinch as the nails pierced his skin. »How childish. As long as you two are fighting, there is no use for you. I can change that.« He raised his hand like pastor blessing a child. »We both know what you really want. You've been scared to admit it, scared of yourself, but deep down, you like it. Don't you, Marvin? You like the boundless power, the instinct. Living by your impulses.« Blank leaned in close to him. »Say the word, and I'll give Anti full control.«
A smile twitched Anti face. He knew that he had won. Marvin didn't say a word, but he had stopped struggling.
»Do it,« he said.
As Anti let go of Blanks throat, he noticed that his fingers where dry. Not one drop of blood had left the small holes on the neck of the man.
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