“Get out!”
The Killer finds his chanting suddenly interrupted by… himself?
The words had just slid out of his throat in a coarse whisper, almost as if on their own.
Looking up, his confusion resolved itself. Across from him was himself, eyes burning with righteous fury.
“So you’re finally awake?” Killer said in a disturbingly playful tone. “Took your time. It’s fine though, I figured out a new way to have some fun. You can go back to sleep.”
“Get out. Get out of my head, get out of my body, get out of my life, you farking filth. GET OUT!” Saint shouted angrily, running towards the Killer and striking at him – only to have his fist pass through his mildly amused alter ego.
“You shouldn’t treat our body like that, self-abuse is seen poorly in heavenly circles.”
Saint clenched his teeth as he answered, “This is my body, not yours demon.”
Killer shrugged and gestured to Saint – “Then make your move. I’ve been wanting to cede control back to you for nearly a month now. Your priest life is boring. You’re the one who’s pretending to be held captive while you’re hiding in your own head.”
Killer then looked slyly at the Saint; “Could it be that you’ve wanted me to do what I’ve been doing all along?”
“Why do you think I would ever fall prey to the lies of a demon?” Saint shot back; “I know you, I know what you are, and this ends now. I silence your use of the power given to me by God, and soon I will take back myself. You cannot hold me back forever, and when I regain control the angels will purge you from me.”
“Leave now, while you still have a chance, and perhaps you will have a few more hours to live before I hunt you down.”
Killer smiled sadly at Saint; “Where do you think I’m going to go? I’ve only ever had one home, and it’s here”. He tapped his temple twice for emphasis.
“You’re lying to me again.”
“What do you think my name is, Saint?”
“I don’t care, I will erase it and you from history.”
“You’ve already tried.”
“If only I’d succeeded, how many lives I could have saved.”
“I’m not a demon.”
“You’re murderous filth AND possessing my body - of course you're a demon!”
Saint took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it clearly wasn’t working. Killer could see the holy man trembling with pure, unadulterated rage.
“I hate you so much that it burns me.” Saint confessed; “When I think of the things you’ve done with my hands, I feel like every nerve in my body is screaming with pain, ordering me to leap at you and rip you to pieces. You are a monster, you are disgusting, you are evil, you are –”
“I am Giles Moreau.”
“A LIAR!” Saint screamed out.
“You’ve locked me away for so long Saint,” the Killer went on unfazed, “it’s unhealthy. Our mother sold our soul and it damaged us; but you can’t deny that part of yourself; you can’t throw the darkest parts of your mind into a dungeon and ignore them forever – it doesn’t work that way. The more you deny me, the worse this will get.”
“Accept me. Become me. We don’t have to be two halves. I’ll play along with your angel friends, and we can hunt together, kill together, save together. We’ll do what we have to. I don’t want to fight you Saint, you’re me after all.”
“You’ve spent too long in my skin;” Saint scoffed, “and it’s driven you mad demon. Especially if you think a servant of God would forgive the sins you’ve committed. I’ve seen your thoughts, as you lived with my fellow disciples; I know your lies and how you can lie; you will never deceive me.”
“I’ve told you what you have to do Saint. You’ll never get rid of me, it just doesn’t work that way. Until then, if you’re not going to do anything then you should quiet down – I’ve got work to do.”
As the Killer leaned back over the corpse and began the chanting again, he found himself completely unable to muster up any magical energy whatsoever.
“The power of creation was given to me, not you, monster.” Saint chided.
“I guess it was, wasn’t it?” Killer remarked. “I was wondering when God would realize his mistake.”
Saint grimaced. “He took too long.”
“Well,” Killer suggested, “until you get back, I hope you’ll still let me use it for missions. I kind of need it to keep your idiot teammates alive.”
The Saint didn't answer.
"I'll take that as an angry yes. I'll be going home now, we have some pretty urgent business to deal with in the morning. Would you like to wish the bishop good night?"
Again no answer. The hallucination of Saint was gone, but anger and disapproval continued to flash through the Killer's mind.
Well, this is getting interesting.
END
