What..do you want.
*Laughter.* You are not still upset about what transpired this morning.
...
Do not pretend that you are self-righteous. Especially with yourself, Toby.
You're..not me.
Of course I am not, boy. Just as much as you are a complete, pure Human. *The demon face, half bone mask, half contorted echo of Toby's own features..sneered.*
Leave me alone..
You are adorable. You actually think that you can escape me. Or suppress my influence.
I-I..I can.
You cannot. And you will not. Do not be so absurd as to believe that I do not know your mind. Because, if you have not already noticed..I am within it. Always.
Stop it..
You feel fear..constantly. Not only of me, but of the world. Of your world, and of those that are still in it. You are a hunted animal, Toby. You have felt a Claymore's sword twice already.
I'm not..an animal..
But you are, boy. I know..of those feelings that you try to hide. You are dirty, angry..you try to resist me and what I can give you, but I know the pleasure that you feel when you rend flesh with your bare hands.
Stop..st-stop it..please..
More than that, I know of the secret-
YOU DON'T KNOW..ANYTHING! *In his sleep, Toby thrashed. Tendons and veins bulged in his neck..his temple. The demon face laughed..but it began to recede. Its voice..was merely a whisper now.*
Your friends will be next. I will make you take them..and that pleasure will be eternal. For you have already touched the disease..and there is no..turning back.
*Toby jerked awake..sat up quickly. His head swam. He thought he still saw the face..but it was only the lightness of the sheets tangling his legs..the shadows mixing in. The bed was cold. He was alone..he knew that. He didn't even have to look. That was..good. He covered his damp face with his hands. They smelled like blood and flowers.*
*He wanted his struggles..to stay hidden. For as long as possible.*
*Laughter.* You are not still upset about what transpired this morning.
...
Do not pretend that you are self-righteous. Especially with yourself, Toby.
You're..not me.
Of course I am not, boy. Just as much as you are a complete, pure Human. *The demon face, half bone mask, half contorted echo of Toby's own features..sneered.*
Leave me alone..
You are adorable. You actually think that you can escape me. Or suppress my influence.
I-I..I can.
You cannot. And you will not. Do not be so absurd as to believe that I do not know your mind. Because, if you have not already noticed..I am within it. Always.
Stop it..
You feel fear..constantly. Not only of me, but of the world. Of your world, and of those that are still in it. You are a hunted animal, Toby. You have felt a Claymore's sword twice already.
I'm not..an animal..
But you are, boy. I know..of those feelings that you try to hide. You are dirty, angry..you try to resist me and what I can give you, but I know the pleasure that you feel when you rend flesh with your bare hands.
Stop..st-stop it..please..
More than that, I know of the secret-
YOU DON'T KNOW..ANYTHING! *In his sleep, Toby thrashed. Tendons and veins bulged in his neck..his temple. The demon face laughed..but it began to recede. Its voice..was merely a whisper now.*
Your friends will be next. I will make you take them..and that pleasure will be eternal. For you have already touched the disease..and there is no..turning back.
*Toby jerked awake..sat up quickly. His head swam. He thought he still saw the face..but it was only the lightness of the sheets tangling his legs..the shadows mixing in. The bed was cold. He was alone..he knew that. He didn't even have to look. That was..good. He covered his damp face with his hands. They smelled like blood and flowers.*
*He wanted his struggles..to stay hidden. For as long as possible.*