No one can understand what I'm going through. No one. Being a prisoner in your own body may seem simple enough; you don't even have to think. But I know the truth about everything now, and those reasons are anything but pleasant. I suppose I could say that when He unlocked my darkness and restrained my free will, He also enlightened me. Neither is something I'm particularly pleased about. Even worse is the task I'll be carrying out soon. First Runihura, then Ammon, afterward Anubis, and now Khalid and Khentimentiu. I'll no longer have anyone to stand beside if the last two die. It frightens me, and yet…
It's best not to think about it. I've delved deep enough into the Underworld already; there is no need to continue to sink into its fiery depths.
"Do you understand, Seyumi?" His voice asked me softly, compassionately. Did he think that I was a child, unable to comprehend a simple command?
My body came out of its daze with a blink. I looked up into those cold black eyes, still kneeling before His majesty, and nodded. "My Lord."
"Leave me," He commanded, ushering me out of the throne room with a wide hand gesture. "I have other things I wish to attend to."
I did as I was told without hesitation, but it did not mean that I approved. As mentioned previously, however, I was powerless to do anything at all. Why was I even being used in this way? Wouldn't it be easier for Osiris to do the deed himself? Apparently not. I watched the grand doors leading both in and out of the throne room slam behind me and I saw no more of the god within. What was it that he wished to do? I could only hope that he would confide in me later if I did as was asked of me. But still, even though I was killing vampires who taken everything away from me, I could not help but feel a pang of guilt that my body did not seem to notice at all. They still looked like my friends and it was still murder, no matter what no one said.
"Khalid…" I hissed as the blonde vampire passed in front of my sight. He did not seem to realize what was about to take place, for as soon as he heard his name he turned to face me.
"Seyumi. Good evening. What did Lord Osiris want?"
"Inside," I demanded, shoving the hapless being into the room behind him. Khalid opened his mouth to comment, perhaps protest, but that was easily remedied with a barked "silence!" from myself. Immediately, Khalid pressed himself into a corner. He could tell that I was indeed different and that I meant him harm. Was there anything he could do about it though? Of course not. Khalid's strength was nothing compared to my own, even when I was in my normal, humanoid state.
I raised my hand up, claws glittering in the minimal light filtering through a partly boarded-up window, and thrust it down at his head. Instinctively, Khalid threw up his hands to protect himself. Seconds later, there was a sickening crunch, a splash of blood, and a thump followed by a bloodcurdling scream. My face remained emotionless, unchanged, as I watched Khalid writhe in pain while clutching half of his right arm that looked more like a bloody stump. His skin had turned completely pale. I stepped closer to him, crushing his dismembered arm that lay on the floor before me, and seized his throat in the same hand that had cut off his arm. I lifted him up higher and higher until I was staring up into his frightened eyes with a lust in my own that terrified him (and myself) to no ends. It took only moments for the darkness within me to flow through his own body, consequently linking the both of us together. I could see through his eyes, he could see through mine. It would not last long. With one last scream, his entire body, his missing arm included, was engulfed in the darkness completely and liquefied. My darkness returned to my body, taking Khalid and his strength with it, but the soul of the deceased vampire floated before me, casting red shadows on the wall. For a moment I could hear Khalid screaming within me, demanding to be released with that same pitiful shriek. He was ignored. I felt him pound against my ribcage a second, but soon even that stopped, leaving me to wallow in my own wicked triumph.
My fingers wrapped around the red orb before me. This must have been what Osiris wanted. I flung the red soul at the wall. It passed through like a phantom, making its way to its new master, the God of Death, while I made my way toward the second half of my task.
I hated what I had just done, but the additional stolen power that now coursed through my very being somehow calmed that hatred. Though it sounds demented, twisted, I was quite eager to finish my assignment. Both sides of me.