Malik's head felt like it was cracking. Splitting at its seams. His soul was being torn between two different halves of himself. He could feel the part of him that was Malik being killed off by the dark spirit inside. None of this had to happen, but somehow it was part of his fate. If this pain were to ever stop, he had to do the one thing that he was being driven to do. Kill the Pharoh and his carrier. Then, perhaps, he could finally stop all this madness.

Yes madness. Why would he want to stop it - oh no, I'm losing it - madness is a truly valuable gift.