Short oneshot. A dark reflection of Ike's feelings after the war. Post RD. This is what happens when insomnia strikes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of its characters.
The fighting made me a monster. The endless battles, the constant killing, it got to my head. All the blood and the cries of the anguished flooded through my mind.
I kept it under control for the most part. In front of the others, during our war meetings or our long marches. I sealed the monster beneath a layer of calm and collectiveness. I hid it well, for nobody knew it was there, not even my sister.
On the battlefield, I let him roam. Unleash the beast within to conquer, to quench my insatiable bloodlust. I know once I've relinquished control, my actions are no longer my own. But, my eyes are. My vision never fades. The blood, the severed limbs, the contorted faces, the way bodies jerk about and slide off the end of my blade...
It stays with me. Only after the beast is satisfied will I return to my senses. But the damage is done. The pain remains, and I must live with it, just as I must live with this horrible, disgusting monster that grew within me.
To this day, I can still feel the pull. My sword arm quivers and shakes, as if its itching to do something other than hold a cup or a plate. Sharing control of my body is truly the most difficult and aggravating thing I've ever encountered in my entire life. And this beast feeds off of my anger and hate. When I lose myself is when it gains the most control. I fear I might hurt someone important, and because of that, I cannot stay here. I need to leave. I need to go far away from here, maybe as far as the ends of the earth.
I know I can't lead the mercenaries like this. Not when my control and strength is wavering. My father made a great legacy, and its a shame I can't pass it on.
All because I let the monster consume me.
My mind is not a nice place... poor Ike.