"Lost"

Never have I wandered so aimlessly

So lost and uncertain

I know not who I a,

Nor whom I want to be

I am neither man nor demon

I am lost

While he had sat at that table the entire night battling himself and shedding tears he never had before, Snare had retreated to the bedroom. Yet when Pain arose the next morning she was no where to be found. Perhaps that was a good thing, he thought. Perhaps this means he could have some time to figure himself out. But if she was plotting something vile… Of course, that raised the question, when does she not?

Pain did not think he could stomach anything solid so he lethargically fixed a pot of tea. His movements were slow as he was not fully in reality. He was lost in his mind. Searching for anything that could tell him who he was. He had always thought of himself a demon. He never really considered the possibility of his demon spirit having fused to more than just the mortal Maliki's body. And even if he had realized this, he would never have imagined it to be so strong.

He was so confused. Neither was he Pain the Tormentor nor Maliki the gentle mortal. What was he?

Somberly, he recollected his creation.

Two demonic spirits battled in the earth's sky. Each looked to be masses of ecstatic electricity. One would try to devour the other. Both were equally matched and neither caught any more ground than the other. But when they both propelled themselves at each other at massive speeds, they made contact and then were hurled away in opposite directions.

The mass of blue violet electricity hurled straight through a man's tent and into the body of the innocent engaged young man, Maliki. He awoke with a start screaming as the mass consumed him until his spirit had been overwhelmed by the demon's. His fiancée and his family who slept around him had awakened as he screamed all rushing to help their dearest member.

Maliki, completely consumed, had rose and slaughtered them all. Even his little sister Maia who could not even read yet. The massive confusion of that morning was like no other. But the demon inside Maliki was indifferent. He walked out of the tent with blood on his hands and headed back as he had come. To find the spirit he was forever at war at—his tormentress as it so happened. The fusing of the demon spirit and Maliki's spirit had created a new spirit—Pain's.

Never before had Pain felt so much remorse and grief for that morning. Did this mean that Maliki was taking control of his body again? Or did Maliki even exist anymore?

Pain sighed and massaged his temples, a horrid headache approaching him.

Would he ever be the Tormentor again? Or was he turning human? Did he honestly have a conscience now? So many unanswered questions overwhelmed him. How was he to find the answers? All he could do was be patiently confused.

For ages I believed I was wicked

I was ruthless and sick

And there was no way for me to change

Yet now I am seeing

That even demons change

For better

Or for worse