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Not Fair

Summary: At the end of WKM Dark has some thoughts and an identity crisis

Word count: 306

Y/N’s bones and heart ached as they reached for the cane left on the table. They’d cry if they had any energy left. How could this happen, to the colonel, to them, to Damian?! It wasn’t fa-

Something happened as they picked it up. The hand became a new one, not Y/N’s.

The being looked at the cane in its hands, brokenly, watching the way its tip flickered in the chandelier light. The being had no name yet and barely an identity, it wasn’t even sure if it had just one identity. It was neither Celine nor Damian, just a strange nothing, and all the being knew was anger.

It wasn’t fair. The being’s parts had started to get their lives together, finally- Damian was going to be a beloved mayor of his people, Celine was finally with a man who could entertain her, everything was going perfect for the siblings. It wasn’t fair.

The being cracked its unbearably stiff neck, wincing. Rigor mortis was a cruel mistress to it.

The being paused and looked itself in the mirror. God, what WAS it? It’s clothes and hair messy, its eyes glazed over with brokenness, it looked like a beaten monster, even to itself. The being felt like a freakish amalgamation, cursed, shunned by god. And it was all Mark’s fault.

None of it was fair. William didn’t deserve the pain, Damian didn’t deserve the pain, it was all Mark’s fault.

The being snarled at the thought. Mark’s fault. It was Mark’s fault it was a monster.

He had to pay.

The being turned away from the image, roughly. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Mark was at fault. Mark was to blame. It was all Mark.

And the being, the horror, the Darkness, would have its revenge, one way or another.

I still love this