Soul Shattering


We were Marik Ishtar.

Akin to conjoined twins—almost. The two of us shared every thought, every memory, every action. We were the same person with two totally separate goals. At least, that's what I originally thought. Even with how normal the dual-presence was to me, talking to him, to myself, was somehow... I don't even have the right words. Like being in a room with no doors or windows or walls. How did I get there? How did it happen? I can't remember.

My only memories of the other Marik I have were in settings of utter blackness. Cruel, savage, animistic blackness. Familiar blackness. Looking at him, he was a near perfect reflection of myself; wild hair and savage glances the only flaws.

Despite his cruel nature, I found his presence comforting. Like the threat of a brute of an older brother to keep me safe. No one would touch me if he was within my call. Absolutely no one. And if they did, they were soon friends to maggots and dirt hosting dinner parties in small boxes. Even with my fear of his cruel punishments, I found pride in his work. The work that I couldn't do, even if I truly, passionately wanted to. Sometimes, I wished I were him.

Eventually, I had called on his strengths one too many times. As punishment, I was to die; typical of him, really, I shouldn't have been surprised. But, how could he live without me? We'd been together since we were liberated. It never occurred to me that he may not have clung to my existence as I did to his. I may have had more control than he, but I was still the parasite. The weaker of our dual-consciousness, a leech, a dead limb, and I needed to be removed.

His arms flew from my skin and wrapped around me like snakes. It was then that the realization of imminent death occurred to me, and I struggled against his strength—our strength. It was our strength, afterall, wasn't it? It was ours. Ours.

Our grip tightened at the others' neck. He glared at me, his eyes staring at me, burning me like fire. Those eyes of his were merciless, but they were mine, too. This was almost an out-of-body experience where I was murdering myself. This was like breaking a mirror.

"I will fucking kill you, and save us."

Snap.

He was dead. I was no longer a dual-person, dual-soul. My identity was singular. I killed him.

But... which one of us did I kill?


Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this! It's just a little One-Shot inspired by something that happened in an RP between me and a friend of mine on deviantART. I'm sure this is utter shit, ha ha, but I had to get the idea down. Critique's are welcomed! Thanks for reading!

~Lully