dowse 20.
He blinks: oh, God, he's in hell again. But he can't be dead, can he...? He doesn't recall an accident, anything that might lead to death. He just remembers falling asleep, and here he is again, haunted by the Britain of his dreams.
(If only he knew they really were his dreams.)
That demon, that goddamned demon... it's hunting him again. He feels dread begin to seep into his veins. This cannot happen again. This cannot happen again. He readies his pendulum; keeps his derringer at the ready, but he knows it's futile. No, he definitely won't survive, he... who wants to face his demons...?
But then the devilish figure begins to morph and change. It takes on pale features and forest-green hair; faintly glowing, evil green eyes. It is him.
He chokes; the spiritual hold he has on his pendulum loosens.
"You're so awful," says his clone, smiling tauntingly. "So very awful, Lyserg. You know what you did to deserve this. Admit it: I'm not you, you're me. You're a demon... not an angel."
Words bubble to his throat - 'no you're wrong it can't be I'm not like that I never I...'.
"But you did, didn't you? You killed those people. You. Not me, oh no, that's so naive of somebody so tainted, Lyserg. You can't just deny the parts of you that you don't like." The phantom-him draws his gun, and points. "Stop denying my existance. You'll only prolong your torture..."
But he can't, he... can't. He's so human, so weak - he wants to live. Moving deftly, he pulls his derringer out and shoots, not a moment too soon. His white angel, his Zuriel, flies out to counter a black angel. The two spirits are mirror images; parallels of one another.
His dark double laughs. It is an eerie sound. "Oh, Lyserg. Don't you know what you've done...?
At those words, he sees it - he sees Jeanne ('My lady,' he thinks, startled, 'what are you doing...?') dying, torn to pieces and still so innocent-looking - she'd never really had a chance to live, had she...? And a man, a tall blond man... the name Marco comes to mind. Shot to death...
And Ren - Ren's died, too, killed by - yes, that's a Patch official, isn't it? A familiar-looking one: his monitoring official. The person who had watched over him during his path. That blue-haired boy, too. Both dead...
"Whose fault is it, Lyserg...? Whose fault is it that they are all dead...?"
A raw sound rips from his throat. No, no, no, no. He won't - he can't - accept this.
"Why bother resisting? You can't kill yourself, Lyserg." The dark Lyserg smiles wickedly. "I'm not real, you see. The only place I exist is in you. It's because of you that I can be alive."
It can't be.
So why is his own pendulum strangling himself, lacerating himself to nothingness?
[[ 1% on his Patch official, 1% on Marco's death, 1% on that one Plant fight. I can't recall the exact one at this time. Anyways, Lyserg's nightmare is of himself. Yay, I'm original not! He will see people around him either as being twisted!him or the people that twisted!him has guilt-tripped him into believing he unintentional (or intentionally, too) killed/hurt. ]]