What to do - what to do?
Oh what shall I do?
What should be done?
Prince was stroking his chin hair - lost in thought.
What shall Prince do?
There's a door.
Well no shit there's a door.
Prince scowled in his mind.
Stupid bastard tryna outsmart me. I bet he thinks he's smart.
You do realise I can hear you Prince.
I know!
Anyways, shut your mouth unless you have something important, useful to say.
Let me think in peace.
Who are you talking to like that?
God he's annoying, why can't he just shut up and go?
I need food, I need it now.
I am going to die if I don't eat, and I don't wanna defile this guy's corpse like he defiled my ear, the inside of my head.
I feel changed? Did he change me?
I hope he didn't - I just want power that's all.
Plus its the corpse of a fucking legend, a bloody legend, but a legend nevertheless.
Yeah he might be a bastard but its cool having his body, you know what - I'm going to carry his body take it up to my shitty room and bury him in that shitty mattress. He deserves a good burial. Yeah it will fucking smell, but that's fine. I'm ok with that honestly. Because, this bed will be fucking mine from now on, and that bastard needs a place to rest. So its a win - win.
The ravenous voice was quiet.
Ok, that's step number one, sure. But I have to go through that fucking door, and then what? What will happen then, I scrambled most my life outside the fucking hives, that was fucking hell - and now im right back into another. Quite splendid. Quite fucking splendid indeed. Those days were good, I have to admit though. I never thought I would have said school was fun, but it was i guess. Learning was fun.
Prince was done staring at the naked body - he picked up Parath with attempted grace and put him on the floor with grace.
Why's this bastard so heavy? Or am I just weak? Why the fuck am I struggling? I wonder, has the lack of food caught up to me? That would make sense, but then I'm disappointed, what a fucking useless body! You should have done me better.
Oh well. It's not that bad at least, I mean I could at least respectfully put this fuckass's body on the floor.
Prince gazed down on Parath like a monarch.
Look ya bastard! I'm alive and your dead!
Those words were fucking empty - they didn't even mean anything.
I feel empty.
Hollowness plagued Prince.
There was a hole - it should have been full but it wasn't.
A black hole but the middle wasn't black - no, it was clear.
How much more do I have to kill - how much longer?
I don't want to kill - my heart is black, forced to be black.
Or am I forcing it still?
I remember, I forced it to be black when I was younger - what a stupid thing to do.
But a necessary thing to do - I guess.
What am I rambling about?
Within the confines of his mind, Prince grabbed a piece of shadow again - he thrusted it into his heart, his soul.
That's better.
It was indeed better, but the pain was still there, his very own phantom limb, or was it a phantom vein? A phantom atrium? A phantom ventricle?
My pain.
What plagues me?
Was it loneliness?
I fear it was.
But it's fine.
Why if you have a shadow realm within your mind. An obsidian throne room , with nine shadowy figures guarding it, roaming it. You would be fine.
I think the best part is, I grabbed the piece of the very being of that realm. I grabbed it, and I made it my own! I thrust it into my heart! My oh my... I truly am astounding! I surprise even myself. What is to be surprised? Truly I should have mastered that realm long ago, hell I should reconcile with the madman too. It's not good for us to be fighting, after all - he's a part of me, and without him, a part of me is ripped out of my pysche. Is that the right word? Well brain I guess, a part of me is ripped out of my brain.
Could you even call him a part of me at this point? He's so deranged, mad. You know what, he is. I think even acting as if he was a different part of my mind is stupid. He is me. Is he not? I killed many, and did I kill every single one donning his mask? No. Instead I did it without! Sure when fear grips me I'll don the mask - I'll kill the weaker mind. It must be done. But can't you see? I'm already the madman. I'm a mix, I'm the main one.
I'm me.
Now who the fuck were those nine shadowy figures? Honestly that concept is kind of new to me. The madman was the first to show up. And now I have a fucking realm in my head? Hell what the fuck was up with me on the floor like a fucking half-dead animal. What did those bastards think they were? Who did they think they were? Stupid bastards. It's my mind, and I think you forgot that. The next time we meet, I will have things to say, I will grapple with your power, and make it my own. Just like I did with the madman. I will steal your power and make it my own.
It took fucking years, years of grappling with the madman, the demon itself, and now, I have finally become him, his power is mine to command.
So who are they? The nine, to rebel against my command. I will don the mask of the madman himself and I will make them all fucking obey, I will make them bow? Why the fuck I did bow first? It reminds me of how I treated the madman at first though.
Enough of this fucking wasteful fucking conversing.
I got stuff to do - a man to bury.
Prince sniggered out loud.
I guess I won't be hearing the madman's voice anymore because I can hear him in fucking mine.
Prince was suspended in that pose - gazing down on Parath, his dead body.
Then an emotion infected him.
What was it?
If Prince was a innocent bastard or even a fucking idiot.
Maybe his cheeks would have gone red - no.
His ears, maybe his ears would have glowed red.
But Prince wasn't innocent, and Prince was not an idiot.
Prince was a genius!
Prince was a stunning boy!
Prince was stunning but he was also fucking dirty, fucking black.
A black fucking heart.
So - Prince's ears never turned red and you would have never even have known what he was feeling if it wasn't for me.
Your charming narrator!