Nova

Author Notes:

1. Now, do you think I really own it? You do? Really? I'm flattered, but still no.

2. Muse credits go to: Morrolan e'Drien, for the violence and magic; Agnes&Perdita Nitt, for the split-mind conceptualization; Eriol Hiiragizawa, for the evilness; and Special Guest Muses Hikaru and Nova, for the title. If this list doesn't bother you sufficiently, you either don't know them, don't care, or are as weird as I am.

3. Contents of a Suspicious Nature: Slash, sort of, Yami no Malik/Malik. Darkness. Interesting character analyses. Me.

4. Disobey this item.

5. *watches heads explode* Heh, love doing that. Now, onward!

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            You don't like me, do you, little light? Silly, silly little light. So, so nasty to your handiwork.

            Yes, you made me, little light. Made me what I am. So foolish, little light, to make something and hate it for being what you made it. Ohhhh, yes, I know you hate me. I know everything.

            I know you hate me. I know, little light. I know why. I know why you do everything you do, but you, little light, you know nothing about me. You will after I'm done, won't you?

            Everything you love, I hate, my little light. Everything you love. I love what you hate, little light. Everything you hate.

            You love Rishid, your faithful protector. I hate him, hate him so, so much. I'm going to kill him, little light, paint his dark skin the bright color of blood. Does that make you sad? Does that make you cry? It's only what he deserves for never hurting you.

            You love your foolish, noble sister. She's going to die too. I hate her. Not as much, not as much as Rishid, you don't love her as much. But I hate her. She'll be dead soon.

            Do you want to know who else will be dead, little light? Everyone, everyone you were the least bit sorry for. All the people you felt the smallest bit of regret about. And then all the others, little light, all the others who might care for you. Does that hurt you? Does it?

            I'm glad. I love your pain.

            You hate it. You love the sun. I thrive on darkness. The very hint of blood makes you sick, makes me smile. You hate the past, the past you remember with every twinge of pain, hate it with a vengeance. I love it, love it as much as you hate it, it's so wonderfully cruel. You hate the Pharaoh, hate what he's made you. I don't. Maybe I'll let him live, he would never help you. He hates you, though, so maybe not. You hate me, why do you think I'm so proud? And you hate yourself, most of all.

            And so--I love you, most of all.

            Now do you begin to understand me, pretty little light?

            I'm going to kill them all, all the ones who love you. All the ones who could love you. All the ones you could love. I'm going to kill them all, cover them each in darkness and blood. And when I put out, last, the sun you love so, there will be nobody and nothing but me and you. You'll come to me then, little light, I know you will, seeking comfort, even from me. And comfort you will have. There will be just us, forever and ever and ever. Will you like that, little light? You'll live forever.

            I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to love you. You and only you. You will have me for all eternity. You and only you. And do you know why, pretty little light?

            Because I am the one made just for you.

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Well. There I go on my weirdness kick. This is actually fairly old, but I'm incredibly slow about typing things I don't absolutely adore or need to exorcise.

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