It had been days since he left the house he built a home in with Juvia. It had been several days spent in the forest trying to find Porlyusica and erase or control his dark mark. It had already been much longer than he anticipated and yet, it seemed as though those few days were his last and that he was now reaching his end point.
He couldn't hold the magic back anymore. The demon slaying magic was too much for his mortal body to handle. He felt the darkness pierce through his innermost thoughts with a clean cut and seize control, a sensation he had been fighting for much too long. So he let down the blockade to his mind and let the happy memories that kept the darkness at bay fade into the background. With the struggle he put up the past weeks, he was strangely at peace. After weeks of pushing down the urge to give up and making sure that the change would not harm Juvia, he was finally able to give in to the full power of the demon slayer magic with some kind of assurance. It gave him all the more comfort knowing that he was an undoubtedly safe distance from her and the house. It was even better than he knew the last memories before giving in would be Juvia, following him into the depths of his dark mission. The release was a relief.
But only for a mere second.
Then came the panic and the void of despair. The black mark tensed up, gripping his skin tight against muscle like teeth sinking into its prey. He didn't know what to fight off in order to end the horror. As much as his body was struggling with the breath leaving his lungs and the blackness clenching his bones, his mind was screaming with loss as well. Although he planned on letting the memories of warmth and content with Juvia take a backseat in his mind, he did not prepare for them completely leaving him.
They were floating away and out of his body. His eyes moved rapidly, trying to absorb them back in and his hands clawed at his scalp to force them back inside, but they were leaving too quickly and too large in numbers. They were flooding out of him as eagerly as she poured them into him. His throat became hoarse with screams and his body lurched with every dry heave. The memories that guarded him left his body and out into the universe, past the realm he knew and into the specks of light far out of reach.
Their memories together were inflicting pain on both counterparts. One was left with a void, unaware of what was missing. He was losing himself to the vast universe that was far too powerful for him to attain. The other was flooded with all the happy memories that no longer were. She was left alone to carry the burden of the life they built together.
His vision was taken over with black with no one to accompany him in the dark. Juvia was not near him in presence or in memory.
She was contained in the heavens, a place a demon like him could never enter. She was like the water in the clouds. And like her state of mind, the rain started to trickle down. At first, it was a slow, hesitant sprinkle, an anticipation of what was to come. With every moment he was lost, her hope sloughed off of her. He could not see, he could not hear, but he could feel the downpour of rain soaking him to the core.
He was deep in the depths of darkness, lost to the world while his memories of her were taken past the satellites. Only the constant rain was a reminder of the life he once had.
She would be the only soul to contain memories and articles of the life he had int he past months. She would be the only one who could see the life he built, they they so painstakingly built. She brought him to life with the little things and now, she would be the only one to see that world.
For he was merely a vessel now.
An avatar.
