Disclaimer: Marvel owns any and all characters mentioned. If a similiar story/interpretation exists, I would not be aware of it.
In no way do I intend to "bash" any characters.
English is my second language. Be gentle.
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Rouge
She often wonders, what do others think of her? Do they know that she constantly fights against urges to simple rip their beeings apart, their memories out of their bodies, assimilating their emotions, feeding on their lifeforce, taking their strength; physical- and mutantwise? The need to tear into their souls, to know everything about them, to make them part of her? She knows they think she is afraid of the psyches inside her head. Maybe this is true, but only to a little degre. First of, they were afraid of her.
They were terrified; they were ripped from their bodies without any means of defense, no way of stoping her. They lost their powers, their bodies with a mere touch. To be thrown in a dark place, with the power of her mutation always hovering behind them, fully absorbing them, slow at the beginning, but getting faster and faster. Still slow in fact, but it is growing exeptionel fast; in a few years they would be lost. Rogue is getting stronger by the second, right now only physically, but the powers are beginning to be sucked in, too.
They are scared and desperate, because of this they are rattling against the mental barriers with all their mental strength. It does not matter whose psyche it is, friends and foes alike feel the darkness, the hunger in Rogue's mind and soul. They know they cannot win. Her power wouldn't allow it; even if one were to break through and take control it would only be temporally. Years maybe, but eventually the psyche would be lost and Rogue would be in charge; again. Still, they fight. They fight against the growing darkness, against the void which slowly consumes them. Against the mental barriers that grow stronger every passing moment, seperating the psyches to prevent them from doing a joined effort to break through again like that one time. They won't get a second chance. They were lost. And Rogue was basking in all that was once a part of them, without remorse or pity. The psyches were nothing to her. They were no persons. Just objects to use.
Maybe she was cruel. Maybe she was a demon. A vampire and sucubus, life-force and soul stealer. She didn't care for the psyches. But in her own, warped way she cared for those who call themselves her friends and family, in the outside world. She would protect them, even though she was a loner. Protect them with her life. As long as itis still possible for her to die. As long as she stayed with them. As long as she didn't absorb them. But anything absorbed was hers, to do with as she pleases. She is a demon. She is an angel. An angel of death.
L'ange noir. – The black angel. – Der schwarze Engel.
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First is french, third german. All three have the same meaning.