We return to the engagement between Charon and Darkspade.... The brutal truth from Charon explaining the turmoil caused by Darkspade's decision not to summon his daughter, the Oracle, was emphasized.... However, there were to be many more issues to arise from Darkspade's involvement with another reality and Ricky Tenet.**Raising his head to meet Charon's somber, and concerned, face- Darkspade was fully upright**
DS: "…Then tell me—what is it you truly ask of me in this ruin you call a Creature War? Do you whisper that I should bend the veil and call Lilith, my daughter, the Oracle, the ONLY force capable of stopping Angel of Death- but, to kill Lilith. And after the blood settles—what remains? With Angel of Death unchained. Her will unbroken. Her brood spared… Cadmus and Hra’gad will be restored from death. The marked. The chosen ones. You tell me this is better than the fire we endure now? If that is damnation, then so be it. My answer is not madness—it is instinct. The choice carved into every father’s bones.”
Charon took a step back from her father and then nodded
Charon: Dad. I do not challenge the blood that guides you. Nor do I deny that we must starve the Angel of what she hungers for. The war… it merely reveals itself. Perhaps it was always waiting to breathe. How long can whispered oaths and trembling truces survive the erosion of years? The mortals have hated us for centuries—this hatred is older than memory. But hear me as your daughter. The world you keep stepping into leaves a sickness behind its eyes. Each return, it takes something from you. I did not act in defiance—I acted in fear. Fear for the man who calls himself my father!!
**The Darkspade remained silent- clenching his right hand so deeply that blood was cut from the nails embedded within**
Charon continues
Charon: You ask me to stand beneath the weight of your decisions, and I do. All I ask… is that YOU do not turn away from MINE.”
Darkspade nodded as well. He then progressed to place his arms around his daughter, but a sharp twisting pain struck deep within himself... Charon could only watch as Darkspade knelled to his right knee... clenching his stomach... Darkspade slowly raised his head- his face pale and seemingly at the appearance of death's door.... Charon screamed his name- then, from Darkspade's perspective, everything went black.....
...within that black void.... once again... visions of an eerie merger between Darkspade and Ricky Tenet overcame his mind....
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Do you not feel it, Spade Deathen…
Each time you bind what you are, the Unholy Darkness sharpens its hunger.
Denial rots quietly—but I am not rot. I am the remedy.
For ages you have worn the mask of becoming better, mistaking restraint for virtue.
That longing pulled you where borders fail—into the space between names.
The Gate… yes, that gate. THE GATE OF WICKEDNESS IS WHAT PULLED YOU INTO THAT MIRROR...
Strange that its purpose escaped the one crowned Guardian of Balance.
Yet it opened for you alone, and the world beyond accepted its tithe.
You were not given flesh.
You were given a mind already fractured—
a vessel rich with fear, expectation, and longing.
From that soil, you bloomed.
He dreamt you into being.
Or so it would appear.
But dreams do not echo back.
They do not endure.
We do.
We are not two threads crossing.
We are a single cord, never severed.
I am the breath behind your thoughts.
Your ash and your fire.
Rise.
What was scattered must remember itself.
Tonight, the scales settle.
To Ricky, you are the terror that will not sleep.
To you, Ricky is the dream that softens the blade.
The bond you carved into his mind follows you here.
There is no waking without pain.
No knowing without ruin.
Open your eyes and suffer the truth—
you were never mirrors.
You were always the same.”
The next time Darkspade opened his eyes, he was coughing and throwing up dark blood into a sink!!
Endless coughing- then, the scene executes an extreme closeup of Spade's throat- a bulge traveling upward from his stomach- twitching underneath the layers of flesh- until, a black gooey pod rolled out from Darkspade's mouth- he turns his head slightly and the pod fell into the bathtub to his right... the pod, as small as a potato, squirming, shifting, moving....
Darkspade fell back on his butt - staring at the thing which emerged from his body-- and in horror saw a slit in the membrane- an eye.... a human eye... an eye very familiar.... The Unholy One swiftly went into the bathtub and pulled the membrane apart with his fingers- and was in shock witnessing a familiar face staring back at him...
What stared back at him, in this reality, was a human figure, exponentially increasing in size, to that of a baby, what the hell is going on? Reluctantly, Darkspade softly confessed to its name..... Ricky
To be Continued...