The boy was confused

The boy was confused. He had done all the things the voice had said to do and yet it was still mad. It had said that he now had to perform some kind of ritual. He'd read through it once. It was in some sort of ancient forgotten tongue. He hazarded it was Egyptian. In fact he had been surprised when he could read it. I had been an incantation to resurrect ones spirit body. Well if that was what it was, he was just fine with it. He was tired of blanking out for long periods of time and not knowing what he did. He had thought he was going insane when he heard the twisted voice in his head. It had laid claim to him, his hikari, and burned his name on the upper top part of his neck. He wondered if he'd be happy to be alone. But every time time he thought about it, the mark would burn and that horrible voice would come back. Laughing at him. And he knew that no matter how hard he tried he could never escape that horribly delightful voice. That once he preformed the ritual the voice that haunted his nightmares would have a body. And then the pain would be more than real and the real abuse would begin.