When I first saw my wretchid former self, I thought it was a dream. I thought he had died and that's how I was born. I didn't understand what could be happening. After I tried to make him crazy and failed, I was left for dead in the Gallow world. While I slept the Gallows invaded my mind and gave me a flash of an alternate reality. One where I was my former self and I was in a capsule of liquid. I had wires hooked into me and I could see Mantellan and Adradiggi smiling at me and talking to themselves. I couldn't hear anything they said, but I could tell that they were thinking of an evil plan to destroy me.
In the tube, I couldn't move, I couldn't blink, I was not even conscious. I saw them experimenting with my brain on a little computer screen through the glass. I fealt pain, but couldn't cringe or even scream. I could only watch and wait. Adradiggi placed his hands on the glass and started to glow an evil dark glow. I could see demons coming out of his hand and going through the capsule into my head. My guess is that Adradiggi had powers from the netherworld, and could conjure up evil spirits. It was not just one demon, but thousands he released into my body. The demons he invoked into my soul gave me wicked thoughts, they changed my whole way of looking at the world. They are what gave me my evil powers, and my thirst for victims. When he was done I had a firey glow to me and horns grew out the top of my head. I was born anew, and I was ready to be set free onto the world. They released me into a house that was a replica of the one I used to live in, with my memories completely erased of all of their experiments.
I woke back up in the Gallow world and looked around. There was a door beside me and I walked through it. It led back to the house I had been living in ever since the transformation. Could that have been what really happened? It made more sense, but it didn't make a difference to me. I still wanted to kill, I still wanted to make others' lives a living hell, and I definately still wanted Lysandus dead. He needed to die, he had opposed me. Could the demons be controlling my every action? Maybe, did it really matter anymore? I had killed, and I would kill again, and I enjoyed it. It gave me my power. The next time I see Lysandus, I will be much more powerful, and more capable of destroying him. When he is gone, there will be nobody to stop me from controlling the world with my wicked thoughts.
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