((Disclaimer: I own neither Homestuck nor the character(s) mentioned in this fic.))
She felt it.
Intangible, indescribable, and oh, God, she loved it.
Seer
Lalonde
The light
Reverse
They whispered her name, shouted their orders, and she gleefully responded. Who knew it was so nice to not be in control for once? A Lalonde not in control of her actions- unheard of. She didn't understand why now. How wonderful to be a puppet and not have to do anything they didn't tell you, they who was and were she and existed far beyond and into this universe.
Perhaps, she thought with amusement, this was what her mother felt like as she died. For surely Rose was dying as she lived, her soul ripped apart at the seams and bleeding out jagged black tendrils that covered everything in sight. The tentacles writhed, crawling forward, and she idly wondered what had happened to allow such a corruption in her body. It was too much for one person to hold, obviously, so where would corruption go? Maybe she would get to see. That would be nice.
The voices shaped, offering in thin reedy tones their power.
Kill the light, seer.
Kill yourself.
She laughed, staring inquisitively at the thorns in her hands. Such beautiful colors. Purple completed her- it had been a part of her life for so long, long enough to forget why. And black… Well, that was all too easy to guess. She unleashed a wave of darkness with a light chuckle, and thunder seemed to agree with her actions. A Rosestorm, she realized. Everything was funny now.
Dead yet?
A feisty one, indeed. Not dead.
Not dead, not dead, the first young one in a millennia, more than a thousand, a million times younger than us
not
dead.
Why is she making that happy face?
This is all wrong. There's something wrong with her.
Something right, you mean. We only pulled out what was there all along.
This bores me. We all knew it would happen.
Yes, yes, but isn't it fun
to
pretend?
A part of Rose recognized easily yet another attempt to manipulate her- to paint the Horrorterrors as human, to mess with her mind- but somehow, she didn't really care.
She dwelled for a moment on that. It was unusual for her to simply not care about anything, regardless of her normal outward projection. The remainder of her brain that screamed still-human-still-human pounded forcibly against the rest of itself, throwing up images of John and Jade and Dave.
She discarded this thought- and an unfortunate nearby forest- with a flick of her wrist, and she felt the power thrumming in her breastbone, ready to see blood run in rivers, razing through the land. The light meant nothing. Those children she called her friends meant less.
Isn't it much nicer here?
Of what use is anyone but you?
We shall miss you, Seer.
She giggled, a low little sound that could scare off three denizens and the most stubborn of trolls. For once in her life, Rose Lalonde was out of control, and she planned to enjoy it.
Whatever it took.