"End them,"
"End them,"
"Give me control," it was not noticeable by others but his nails started to elongate, his fangs growing out. The voice was different. It didn't feel like the one that constantly told him to kill Abrielle this one was different.
It was not a stranger but felt like a part of him. A part he had been ignoring for far too long, he was tired of staying quiet.
"No, no, no.. " he repeated in his head as much as he wanted to give in, he knew he could not. He could not expose this side to the outside world.
"There is no other way. You know it. Lucian's sword was poisoned, you can feel it eating you slowly if you don't end this fight fast enough. It will be over for you." The voice reminded him. Cedric knew what it was. Just like everyone has a mischievous voice in their heads this was his mischievous part.
