A Call to Arms
Suddenly, the ground started shaking. Still, only Malcolm was paying some attention to that detail. Aatrox's bloodlust was directing his eyes towards the ongoing battle, while Darkwill and LeBlanc were still talking.
-Here she is, Darkwill. -announced Malcolm, doing a step forward.
-Are you sure she is the one? -asked the Ziraeth- I won't tolerate no mistakes.
-And we will tolerate no complains. -said Aatrox, whose blade's colour was changing constantly from a light red to a bloody purple.
The winged Darkin couldn't let his eyes off the battlefield; if no one had noticed it was because they were too busy minding their own business. Darkwill grabbed Lux's head and looked deep into her eyes. LeBlanc looked at the whole process, disgusted, while the Ziraeth was taking control of the blond girl with apiece of his mind.
-You know you needn't do it this way, Elliot. -said LeBlanc.
-Don't you dare repeat that name again! -shouted Darkwill, clearly angry.- I'll have you killed if you do!
...
The Ziraeths had always been that way. They were supposed to know everything, about everything. Their wasy of thinking was always the right one, and their words had to obviouly be blindly followed.
But the darkin's were tired of that. Once their plan was over, the Ziraeths would have disappeared, and they would be able to rule the world of men. War, torture, pain, agony... glory. That was the world Aatrox had always been looking for.
-Do you now know how to destroy the lantern? -asked Malcolm to Darkwill.
-Combining the Final Spark and the Wind Slash should be enough. -answered calmly while diving into Lux's mind.
-Do you really need to do it that way? -asked LeBlanc, clearly nervous.
-Kind of. -answered Darkwill with a monotonous voice.- It's easier this way.
-She won't get through it.
-That's none of my concern.
-It should be.
-I am the one who choses if it is or not. -said Darkwill, ending the argument.- And I choose this way. Whatever happens to her after our job is done is none of my concern.
-We will leave, Darkwill. -said Malcolm, while Thresh gave a lantern to Darkwill.
...
Once the Darkins were not with them, LeBlanc started the argument again.
-You needn't control only her body, Elliot. -said LeBlanc.
-I told you not to say that name again, Anyssa. -answered Darkwill, still somewhat absent because of what he was doing with Lux. -And I need it. I want my mind to do it's own thing, whatever she thinks while I choose how her body acts is an unnecessary detail.
-She might die before you finish your job. -replied LeBlanc, trying to convince him of going fully into Lux's mind. If he did that she'd be able to stop him, since his concentration would be somewhere else.
But Darkwill's ability to separate his mind in two different pieces amazed her. LeBlanc had never seen someone do something that way, and there were several reasons she hadn't.
The first one was that it was horribly painful for the one being controlled; the fact of seeing your body act independently, ignoring your orders, always devastated the minds of even the strongest warriors.
The second one was that if this thought got to the main vessel the one controlling the two bodies would suffer the very same pain, abruptly breaking the link and mixing up both existences. And being two different beings while being one was not something to rejoice over.
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-We will hurt him, Aalcox. -said Malcolm.
-I know. -answered the Darkin.- He'll suffer as he has never done before.
-Do you really want to do this? -asked Aalcox.
The voice that answered the Darkin's question was not Malcolm's.
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