In The Name Of,

Chapter 1

"Please- Dark, let me see him. He's a part of you- he must be there!"

"Wil, you know he's gone. He is... a voice. An echo."

"But he's not! He's right there!" Wil shouted, poking a finger at Darks chest. It fizzled through his aura as a strong blue light emitted, making Darkiplier jerk away from him.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, holding his cane at his side in a tighter fist than normal. Wilford was losing control. His actions erratic. It wasn't often that it happened anymore, but it did happed.

"You'll only be gone a moment. It will be fine! I'll fix everything!"

"Wilford, only I can-" Dark was cut off by another erratic pull at his mind, Wil digging deeper as only he could do to pick and choose, seal away Celine in his mind.

"Wil, only I can commune with them. I'll be gone."

"I'll bring you back!" Wil laughed, pushing Darks shoulder up against the wall. Dark growled and grabbed his wrist to push him away, but another ice pick in his head drove him forward, until his forehead met Wilfords shoulder.

"There, there. I need to see my love, Darky."

It stopped him dead. He could feel his aura pulse out of control, and his eyes flickering between blue and red, before settling on a dark gray again. He gripped Wilfords arms, and sat up, staring him in the eyes.

"I thought..."

"What?" Wilford stopped, staring at him. His eyes were full, crazed and black, until you almost couldn't see his beautiful irises. Dark mouth opened to speak, but very much unlike him, he couldn't. Celine was fading. His fight was leaving. Wilford didn't love him after all. Who could love a demon?

"Don't think like that. You are him. I need to- see him." Wilford stuttered. It seemed he almost regained sense, before blinking and it was gone. He put a hand to Darks weary face, lifting his head.

For a moment Dark was pulled back to dancing in the halls to old records, pulled back to that party all those years ago, before the others began to show up throughout the world. Pulled back to Damien, to himself, kissing William tentatively, telling him he had felt this way for a while, the alcohol helping his traitorous tongue.

He was pulled back to the scratching of his mustache on his face, and the strange feelings of a headache, and then- Celine. In his mind. In their minds, together. Looking at William lose his sanity, and realizing the pitter-patter of a heartbeat no longer existed, but was still there. In his head, drawing him towards the man. He couldn't help slowly smile, loosening his grip.

"I hope I feel this again." Dark said, his voice distorting to two different tones, as his aura physically shook the manor. Distantly he could hear a voice as they entered the house, asking what was going on, yelling, but Wilford just smoothed his hair down and shushed them.

"Of course. We've always felt this, have we not, Damien?" Wilford questioned. The doors in his mind snapped shut, and he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

"What did you do?! Dad! What did you do to Dad?!" Yandereplier yelled, his voice erratic as he pulled a knife from seemingly nowhere. That was Wilfords son alright.

"You're not my dad. What did you do with him, I'll-"

"Of course it's me! What do you mean? Look! He's back!" Wilford said, excitedly stooping down and sitting up the limp body on the floor. Yandereplier stormed out of the room, running as fast as he could. It wasn't right. Whatever his dad has done, he had killed his other dad, he had-

Tears started to run, as suddenly he was standing back in front of the body, blinking in confusion and stumbling back. Except, his dads body was moving, blinking awake, but it wasn't- him. He could tell. The shocked look on his face gave that away.