Arcan arose in a cell with nothing but a dagger. When he looked around he only saw 1 gate leading into some sort of an arena. The gates opened and the a voice. A familiar one bloomed.

"Meet the challenger for today. Arcan"

Loud cheering was heard as Arcan stepped out into the arena. His clothes and weapons appearing on him in an instant. As he looked around the tribunes were empty, but cheering was still heard from them.

What is happening?

Before he could think more the voice boomed again

"His opponent today will be 1 goblin"

Before him appeared a singular goblin. His eyes looked quite familiar. But he couldn't but his eye on it. As the goblin lunged at him.

Arcan easily blocked the blow with his sword and while the goblin was without balance stabbed him into the chest. Suddenly the place where he was changed. He was in the battlefield of countless corpses. The air smelled like metal, blood and smoke. Arcans clothes were not the clean ones he had a second prior, but a militaries uniform fully drenched in blood. With a massive cut on his chest. He looked at the goblin he stabbed and it wasn't a goblin, but his only friend who died that day Jonathan. He smiled weakly and fell to the ground. The voices that were cheering turned into sorrow cries. Arcan getting a sharp pain in his whole body, the wounds he gained while fleeing reappearing on his body. The many arrows his back present. The many cuts and stabs littering his body. Before Arcan could look around more the smell of blood was gone. His weapons and armor also. He felt the ground warp into a deep hole. As he started falling. The surrounding area warping once again from the battlefield to a pitch black space where only he was. Free falling. The slowly the pitch black started cracking and From the crack there could be seen a singular thing. A massive eye which had glowing red, blood coming out of it. Arcan suddenly froze in place as the eye looked into his soul. His very being. Then a voice spoke again. A different one from before in arena. This time more commanding and even more similar. Even sounding like him.

"Accept me"

"Accept me"

"Accept me"

"Accept me, Accept me, Accept me"

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Arcan felt a familiar suddenly arose in his bed. He looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary. No blood, no voice, nothing. He stood up and started going to his wardrobe. The floor creaking as he approached it. Once he looked into it he saw no normal clothes only many pairs of cloaks and dark clothing.

I think I need to get some new clothes

He dressed up in a clock. Grabbed a pouch of gold, and his trusty dagger, which he placed around his belt. He walked out and started heading to a clothes store. Along the way he saw many bounty posters with his face and description. The reward was 1000 gold pieces. As he walked in a nice elder woman greeted him.

"Hello sir, what would you like?" She said in a nice tone a grandma would talk to you

"Hmmm, I'm not so sure." Arcan said looking around

As he walked around he saw many clothes with many colors. After searching he finally found some he liked. A nice blue shirt, leather pants and a grey scarf. All looking brand new.

"That would be 1 gold sir"

"Here you go"

As Arcan looked into her face it warped to one of a woman's he had killed prior. He suddenly grabbed his head, because it felt like it was going to split in half.

"Why? Why did you kill me?" the woman spoken

"What are you saying?" Arcan said while still gripping his head

"Sir is everything alright?" The old woman said. Everything seemed like it returned to normal. The woman's face was no more.

"Yes. I think." Arcan said starting to walk out wearing his new clothes.

As he continued to walk down the street it seemed like everyone looked at him. All their faces familiar. Then blood started to go out from their mouths, eyes, and other places as they spoke

"Why? Why? Why?"

Arcan blinked and everything went back to normal. Everyone walking, minding their business, no-one looking at him.

Am I hallucinating? What is going on?

Then a familiar voice spoke in his mind. The same one which spoke when the red eye came out

"Accept me and stop this"

Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?

"I am you. You know deep down you like killing. Stop suppressing it"

I don't like it. I am normal. I was controlled that being.

"Okay, continue saying these lies to yourself. I know you will come find me later" And with that the voice disappeared. Like it wasn't there in the first place.

Arcan looked around confused. Not knowing what is going on. To think this through he would need to sit down. Luckily near by there was a tavern. He went in and sat ij the middle. While sitting he ordered a beer.

I though after going though that crazy thing in my basement I would be fine. That everything would stop and become normal again.

As he continue thinking and speaking he sipped on a beer, a second one, a third one. And soon he drank 6 pints of beer. Without any signs of stopping. His body made stronger by leaps and bounds meant that he could drink almost as much of this weak beer as he wanted to. But he didn't know this and though that the beer here was just really watered down.

Suddenly the doors to the tawen creeked open, everyone including Arcan looking at them. And a moment later there stepped out 5 guards. Each of them having a sword in their sheave and seeming serious.