Evil Insanity

Angel Meets Killer

(Mark's POV) 

"MOM!!" I shouted. 

A man just came up behind her and shot her in the shoulder. It would've been the heart, had she not moved. She fell to the ground and the man re-aimed at her. 

"NOO!" I yelled, pouncing at him. 

I tackled him, making his shot ricochet and hit one of the vases instead. At least it didn't hit anyone... My dad ran to Mom, helping her out of his range, then came back to help me. 

"Move!" he demanded. 

I moved out of his way, and he began to change. I couldn't believe what he looked like. He had a demon himself?! I saw him line up with the man, who pulled out a golden gun. 

"Ready for another fight, eh, Dark," the man smiled. 
"Bring it on, Wilford," my dad growled back. 

Wait, so this was the man that killed Uncle Mark and Mom's parents?! Oh hell no. He's not about to kill my parents too! 
I felt anger rising in me, but at the same time, a passion to stop what is going on and deal with it rationally. I then felt something. 
Now, most of my friends have demons by now, and they said the way it felt to gain one was painful, but worth it. This was kinda the opposite. It was worth it, but it wasn't painful either. 
I saw out of my peripheral vision that my hair was turning a platinum blonde, my skin became much more brighter, I grew white wings, and my corneas were now gold. I knew this persona. It was an old and forgotten one of Uncle Mark's... Lightiplier.
I saw Wilford get scared as he saw me. His hand was shaking violently. He should be scared. I've heard from all of his fans that Lightiplier was the most dangerous to Wilford, not Darkiplier, my father's demon. But, I felt him take over, and I was shut out. 

(Lightiplier's POV) 

"How the hell did you get back here," Wilford began shakily. "You said you'd never take over another body, Light!" 
"I'm not taking over," I replied. "I'm only using his body to stop you, like I should've done millennia ago." 

I rushed towards him, only for him to get out of the way. I saw him rushing towards the exit. He would be able to escape if he got outside. I wasn't going to allow it, and neither was Dark, my brother. He raced ahead of me and pulled Wilford back by his shirt. 

"Oh no, you don't!" he shouted, throwing him back into the main area. 

He kept looking for possible quick exits and there were none. 

"Give it up, Wilford," I growled. "Leave William's body before I make you." 
"Why would I do that," he smiled. "I've made him crazy, but I help to keep it under control." 
"I'd rather have you gone." 

While I was off guard, he raced for the exits. Before either I or Dark could get to him, he vanished. 

"DAMN!" Dark yelled. 
"Calm down," I told him. "We have to get (y/n) to a hospital." 
"...You're right." 

(Damien's POV)

Dark and Light let go of their control, making us go back to normal. Jack had already called an ambulance, which was now here.
The manor was a mess from the fight, but all Mark and I were worried about was (y/n). She had lost a lot of blood during the fight, even though Jack kept pressure on it. 
She was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors told us she'd stay there for about two days until she was well enough to walk. That meant she'd be weak when she got home. Jack, Mark, and I would have to protect her. 
We discussed what would happen. We'd all be posted around her room: Jack at the door, Mark on the outside patio, and me in the room with her. The chef and butler would do their regular duties around the manor. 
However, I couldn't figure out how we would be able to fight Wilford without her. She was the strongest of us all, even Lightiplier. Well, her and Lightiplier were neck and neck, but she was above his power by just a little bit. I guess I'd have to make some kind of plan to defeat Wilford and save William...