"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you." F. Nietzsche
When Frankenstein had opened his eyes, several hours after he had passed out due to the injection, he had realised how weak and foolish his thoughts had been. He had dreamt of saving the entire human race, yet his body could not even stand a single experiment. It was no good and he knew it.
Yet even worse than that, was the fact that the Noble had been right. Humans were selfish creatures and they had repaid his loyalty with betrayal, forcing him to hide in the shadows. Blinded by envy they had stolen his research, which had cost him months of sacrifices and they had created a powerful but dangerous weapon.
Once again, he was faced with the terrible choice between his sake or human's. Of course, he was going to choose humans over himself. Besides, that weapon could become his new strength to fight the Nobles.
Unfortunately, power also meant sacrifice; he was going to put his life constantly at risk of being consumed by his new weapon. Being aware of that certainly did not make things easier.
His teeth clenched as he thought about the real culprits of all of this: the Nobles. If only he didn't need to rely on some inhuman strength…but ifs had never helped him win battles, facts were important and as a scientist he only relied on reason and experiments. Reality had shown him that the only way to fight those monsters was to face them with their same kind of power and if he needed to give up his humanity to get that, so be it.
Still, he couldn't erase his feelings. As a human, he had developed a strong attachment to a child who had been playing the part of his apprentice in order to spy on him, until the villagers had decided to take action against him and he had been forced to escape. Reluctantly, he had left him behind, though he was almost certain that he was in no danger since his duty had been fulfilled. Yet, he couldn't help being concerned by his safety.
Frankenstein sighed at the thought of the long and lonely journey that awaited him, he had made a difficult choice but now he was prepared to not go back.
Hunted by nightmares at night he could not sleep, during the day an insatiable thirst consumed him. Not wanting to turn into a bloodthirsty monster before reaching his goal, he constantly kept his mind busy fighting the dark force acting on his mind. Living in the wild, far from any human being, he seldom found himself buried deep inside his mind.
Once, he was resting on the ground, an empty look on his face and suddenly he thought he heard a noise, much like someone knocking on a door. He looked around, cautious, but saw none near. Then a voice, or rather a chorus, spoke into his head.
Let us in…
It seemed as if he was safely settled behind a wall and a mass of suffering people with murderous intent was begging to be permitted to devour his mind. He fought against the nameless beings, pushing them away, but after a while even his strength faltered and the wall cracked a bit, letting him see what was behind it. Blood froze in its vessels as he saw them; it was like staring directly into death's eyes.
Fear made him regain energy and he forced it closed again, soon he got up and started aimlessly walking. Those horrible sounds still reverberating into his head, he dragged his foot onto the ground, his body trembling as the cold sweat sent shivers down his spine. The adrenaline from before still running through his veins, he could not prevent his heart from pumping faster in his chest.
In the end, after hours of wandering, the lone scientist sat down under a tree to seek relief. However, nothing in his power could help him, time slowed down and he felt the darkness deep inside him trying to pull him down. He wrestled with his demons, virtually running away from them as the barrier protecting his mind crumbled down.
Please, let us consume you. Let us become one. Power…we will give you power…
Frankenstein felt his mind slip out of his control. No. He forcefully thought. I will not let you, damned creatures…back down…
After another night spent without even a single minute of sleep, his brain was becoming fuzzy and his sanity was being taken away little by little. Moreover, to complicate the situation, silly questions started popping into his head. There were so many thing he could not understand, so many answers to look for. If, in order to eradicate the Nobles, he himself were to become a monster, then what was the point of fighting monsters in the first place? Again, he felt the darkness poking at the back of his mind, its strong pull threatening him.
He looked at his feet and tripped. Damn…He was drowning in the sea of lies he had built to protect himself from losing his mind. Even though he had told himself that it was not his fault if those people had been slaughtered, he could not deny that he shared part of the blame. He was the one who started the research for dark spear after all, and they knew.
His legs grew weak and he fell on his knees, his breaths short and fast. Vengeance and blood; that is what they claimed. Innocent souls brutally murdered could not find rest until their thirst was satisfied. He leaned forward and lay his head against the ground, his forehead making contact with the grass.
I tried to hide it from myself, keeping secrets concealed deep inside my mind in order to be safe…I swallowed down lie after lie,my lies, believing in a greater good, in order to keep alive…now, I am lost…He felt his conscience fade as darkness wrapped around him. Faint, but nevertheless present, despair appeared in his heart as he thought, at last, I am miserable…a weak human being who dared cross the path of monsters...