>>5749458>>5749516>>5749626Hoping to channel your inner Schierke, you separate your soul from your body as your luminous body attempts to don the Berserker armor yourself, wondering how the hell she managed to share space with him so easily.
Guts' mind is as filled with hatred as destruction as his own fragmented self, his soul being locked away by the chains that once locked away his inner monster. As you attempt to reach him by calling his name, the beast of darkness ensnares your soul as it manifests itself in it's full glory.
The hound, or at least, how it perceives itself, is now the one donning the Berserker armor, his tail, too long to even be called a wolf's, has fused with the dragonslayer, becoming it's main source of attacks as it cuts and slashes at Guts' own damaged psyche.
"The burden of killing his own child became too much to bear. It is the destiny of humanity to resort to chaos when unable to process it's own misgivings. Such predictable patterns make it easy for logic and control to be suppressed by hatred, by the visceral need to destroy!"
"You are not Guts! His body is not your puppet, evil spirit! Leave him alone!" You say as you try to untangle your luminous body away from the rising flames coming from the hounds' mouth. Paralleling the fight the both of you are having in Guts' mind, Guts tackles you to the ground and attempts to pounce on your jugular as your soulless body reacts by pushing him away with your water currents, swirling above and under each of his swings thanks to your recovered flexibility, only retreating and parrying his blows, progressively moistening his sword in order to turn it into a block of ice, getting heavier and heavier as his strikes slowed down considerably, a two on two fight of mind against mind, instinct versus instinct.
"Oh, but we are. No conscious creature is beyond temptation. We are the thoughts that plague every crevasse of the human mind. Every human is a potential apostle. Even one as valiant as yourself is capable of evil, of hurting, of intentional destruction. Deep down in all of you, there is a desire, a fascination with accepting your primal self, and letting the monster inside to break loose. You cannot escape your decrepit thoughts, the part of you that you do not wish to admit that exists. In his case, it is the wish to push all away, due to his own knowledge of his destructive capabilities!"
As his mouth fired a cannonball, you pondered on how the only way for Guts to process the thought of Lucio being killed after achieving peace was to bathe in his old, broken self's idea of the black swordsman, reveling in the gore of his enemies and pretending he was anything but a broken man wishing to kill himself much like Zodd or yourself.
