Marlin was sleeping restlessly, and right as he woke up, the image of one particular woman, that had been broken by the dark lord, burned in his mind, Thror had desired her, she had been exceptionally elegant, beautiful and had been pursued by many men.

However she never truly had any love for men. He had worked her for weeks, she had proven resilient, but eventually he broke her, drew out her latent desires and he had indulged in her for years.

What bothered Marlin Big time was how the fragmented memories seemed to mend itself, the worst part, a fragmented persona of Thror was whispering to him.

He slipped out of the Bed and walked out. He let the fresh air cool his face.

“Submit them all! They are beneath you!”

“ow that’s totally subtle Thror”, Marlin responded, “pray tell where did that behavior get you? What did it get you?”

”absolute subservient submission! Absolute acknowledgement of my righteous Rule!”, the voice in his head spoke with surety, “all wish to be dominated, all wish to be ruled”.

”What did those giant kin have to say about that?” Marlin smirked.

”Defilers and Defiers of the natural order!” The inner voice hissed. “To born under one of the 3 stars is to be burdened by glorious purpose! To rule! To built everlasting and eternal empires! Before the great cataclysm The Dark Lord’s of old, ruled with an iron fist. An iron fist that was craved by the people!”

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”I bet Liana agreed wholeheartedly? Marlins words were venom.

“She did eventually” the voice said.

”you choked her to death to blow your load, did she agree with you in that moment too?” Marlin’s voice was ice. If he was perfectly honest, yes to rule was tempting but Thror’s Memories fueled his rage.

His rage was born from deep injustice, no amount of dark desires could stand against the infernal fires in his heart that threatened to consume all.

Marlin often chuckled when people whined about his Darkness, when it was his pure human born anger, fury and desire to destroy everything they should fear.

He might be a full blown psychopath if he let himself but it was his empathy his ability to put himself in the shoes of his loved ones that gave him the capacity of restraint. He would never betray that gift.

”it’s a pity you didn’t listen to the mistress who could have tempered your desires, forged them into a dark blade for you to use” the memories of a plain but rather cute girl who had accepted Thror’s invitation to become his Mistress surfaced, the memories were sparse from his early life.

She was also dead at his hands. “That was your downfall Thror you didn’t know how to stay your god damn hand, you were no ruler you were a vicious beast with delusions of grandeur,” Marlin flared his Darkness fully for the first time in his life.

The fragmented Persona screeched and squealed like a pig in the slaughterhouse. marlin combined his rage his whole being and right before he snuffed out Thror’s Voice, marlin hissed, “you were and are Pathetic!”

Right as the voice snuffed out, Marlin choked and vomited a black bile that evaporated, exposed to air. This time when he locked the memories into a mental chest they stayed there. The last fleeting vestiges of a weak man slain, by those he believed, lesser beings.