| Violet Feathers | Creeper x OC

The Victim

I do not own anything except for my characters (Vivica, Amon, Axel, etc), the Galileus (but sadly I do not own the creature design), Cryptsin, and Cryal.

Quotes and meanings below.
"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.

Chapter 41: The Victim

'Celest! I-I think I somehow contracted the Mark of Death...' My mind raced as I flew, panicking. Recalling the malady, the drastic span of years since then have left my memories of it fuzzy.

Celest's laughter is heard through her words, 'The Mark of Death? There haven't been signs of that since, forever! It can't be, Viv. What did you do?'

Recalling enough to know that I can't return to my home, the first option my mind decides upon is the Labyrinth, 'Leviathan has an advantage over this thing, right?'

Flying over a city, the lights begin to blur in the same moment pins and needles are felt throughout my body. My mind and eyesight darkens, the loud, echoing sound of deep evil laughter blocks out any response Celest would have given.

Suddenly, my body shuts down mid-flight. Everything darkens, leaving me unable to feel a thing.

.

My eyes fly open, taking in the sight of a large, dark field I am standing within. Looking all around, the eerie silence draws forth fear. There is no wind, no stars in the sky, no sign of life anywhere. The crops at my feet appear to have been burnt to the ground, my mind begins to recall this familiar setting.

This is the same nightmare I had after I killed Silvia...this is the same field...

My heart began to pound against my ribcage, a horrible chill ran through my body. Then, I felt its presence. Turning my head only slightly, the mangled body of Silvia is caught in my peripherals once again. But this time, her body has blackened and her bones protrude through her skin. Her body is constantly twitching in a violent manner, her breathing begins. Each breath is loud, and extremely gravelly as though breathing through collapsed, decaying lungs.

Then, the horrible voice erupted through my head, "TIME....HAS....COME...PUPPET..."
The voice sent chills down my spine, I spoke up despite my fear attempting to weigh me down, "...Puppet? Is that what this is. You think you can control me?" My fighting heart began to ignite, realizing that this entity had remained dormant inside of my soul ever since that day.

"YOU...ARE...SO...BROKEN...SO VULNERABLE...YOUR HEART WEEPS...CONTROL WAS SO EASY TO GRASP..." The entity spoke, informing me that it forced me into this dream and has taken over my body.

Seeing straight through its attempts at manipulating me using my weakness, a smirk forms upon my lips, "My pain is what made me who I am today. My pain is what made me strong, what made me powerful." My irises bursted into a vibrantly glowing violet, slowly retaking my hold on the shackles that control my mind and body out from beneath the creature.

"YOUR...PAIN...MADE YOU...WEAK...PATHETIC...THERE IS NO LOVE FOR YOU. ALL THERE IS...IS BETRAYAL. WE...CAN KILL THEM ALL..." It attempts to twist my reality, attempting to beat me down into a state of vulnerability as it realizes its grip on me is slipping.

A small chuckle escapes my throat in response, "Not many feel love for me in the real world, but love is there by those who truly matter to me. I will not allow you to control me, this corruption is toxic. You led me to kill my best friend, and I don't need your help to kill those who have wronged me."