"I know who are," Spock said, his eyes open.
Alternate Spock smiled and replied, "Who am I?"
"You are Sanguis. The god of the Mortemons."
"Very good," Alternate Spock rejoined in surprise. "I suppose that this pretence is no longer needed then."
Spock watched as Alternate Spock closed his eyes and seemed to blur as his body shifted and changed. Sanguis stood before him in her true form, her skin glowing in the darkness. She looked beautiful beyond all measure, her midnight eyes were hypnotising in her delicate face. Spock was fascinated by how small and calm she looked in comparison to that terrible image of death he had witnessed. Her long hair seemed to float around her as she approached him. She extended her arms towards him, and the light behind her outlined her high breasts.
"Spock," she said silkily. "Do not fight me. You have battled for so long, let me take away all of your inner struggles. Let me bathe you in peace."
Spock remained still as she stood before him, her fingers centimetres from his chest.
"You are death personified," he replied. "You have killed millions upon millions of beings to sate your eternal bloodlust. You do not hold peace."
She seemed to glide towards him and close the space between them, her lissom body so real against his own, her hands light upon his back, her breath cool against the skin of his neck.
"I did not kill them," she whispered. "I released them, but you are a special being, Spock. Half man half Vulcan, capable of logic and humanity. I could make you a king among all beings."
"You told me that I was the murderer of my own people," he stated blandly. "I do not understand why you would want one capable of such an unforgivable folly to be your king. You also stated that my father should be allowed to slay me for my idiocy."
"I will atone for all of that, Spock," Sanguis answered, her face inches from his.
Spock made to pull away but she kissed him insatiably, her tongue licking his lips open and filling his mouth. Spock slowly slid his hands up her body as he leaned into the kiss, and allowed her to cradle his head in her cool hand. His fingers lightly brushed her smooth flesh as he moved them up her stomach to her breast. Sanguis shrieked in agony and astonishment as Spock plunged his hand through her chest. There was the wet smack of tearing flesh and the sickening snapping of bone, and Spock gripped her heart in his hot hand.
"This is my mind," he murmured into her open mouth. "You will not claim me as your willing slave."
He ripped her heart from the wet cavity of her chest, and she clung to him for a moment, her hands like claws, before her sloe black eyes glazed over like marbles, and she collapsed lifelessly before him. A crescendo of woeful cries engulfed his mind and then faded away into pitiful sobs and then silence.
Spock gazed down at his hand and instead of there being a bloody, beating heart, crimson rose petals rested on his palm. He looked up at his mother, who stood before him with a soft smile on her lips.
"I knew you would remember, my Spock," she said, hugging him against her.
"Mother," he whispered. "An emptiness exists inside of me at your permanent absence. I feel forlorn without my home. I wish to stay here with you."
"No, Spock," she replied. "You know that this isn't real. You know that you have to let me fade in your memory."
He held her tighter, but she vanished into ash in his embrace, and the rose garden burned away in bright, dancing flames erupting from orange lava. He stood in the volcano of his fevered mind, and he understood that it was the heat he had felt in the darkness. This was the place that he would perish if he did not have the courage to wake up. He would burn away, consumed by the blaze of his own construction.
He stared in front of him as he saw Nyota's image writhe before him in the flames. Her voice called out to him to wake up and be with her. It was time for him to escape the trap that Sanguis' fever had made his mind. He closed his eyes, letting cool, black calm wash over him as he dived into the orange lava.
Note: I felt that it should be Sanguis who entered Spock's mind because he had made a connection with her in his vision of her sacrificial ritual. I feel that Spock is a fascinating character, possessing enormous mental strength, and therefore, I think, that it's logical for a god, once so great and worshipped by an entire planet, to want to possess Spock and use his mind to escape pergutory.
