Meeting-
The pain was too great. It radiated through every part of his body, tearing him apart. Killing him with the sheer force of it. He was going to die.
Marik tried to scream, but found he had no mouth. It was too much, too great, too powerful. He'd never be free of it.
And then all too suddenly it stopped. Marik felt numb all over, numb and tingly. A blurry form of vision emerged from blackness. Sounds began to register, the sounds of daytime, of the outside. Cars, people. The face from his nightmare, staring with wide eyes, swam into focus. Marik blinked. Everything was clear as daylight. He was looking at himself, but with one diffrence. His eyes were wrong.
"You tore out your soul," a voice not his said with his mouth. Marik felt sick, nauseated.
"What?" he asked indignantly. The man was even wearing his clothes. Marik shuddered.
"You tore out your soul. No one's ever done anything that stupid," the man said. Marik paused.
"Am I going to die?" he asked nervously. The man laughed.
"Sweet seven hells, no. No, you'll just wander aimlessly till I get your physical body killed," he said, waving it off with Marik's hand. Anger grew in Marik. This man thought he was just a tool. A plaything. Something to use till you're bored, then throw away.
"And how do you plan to do that?" Marik hissed. Astral feet landed unevenly on the ground, and Marik stumbled. The man laughed again, using Marik's mouth still.
"Self mutilation fo course! Suicide!" the man cawed happily. Marik blanched at the mental image of himself, covered in scars and bleeding, on his last breath limping to Ishizu for help.
"Who do you think you are!" Marik snapped. The man laughed again.
"I am a Demon, sweet child, lord of Violence within Hatred, brother to the Lords of Darkness within Light and Deceit within Deceit," he exclaimed. "I kill and murder by another's hands, cause chaos and strife with another's lips, and bring about terror and destruction by another's name."
Marik rolled his eyes, though believing the words fully. What if he harmed Ishizu? "An impressive title. And so that gives you the right to toy with me?"
"Yes," the demon answered simply. Malik smirked. Marikku quivered.
"No one,"he said with more confidence than he had, "No one, toys with me."