Randall breathed out a heavy sigh as he stared into the mirror at himself. He was unsure if he was actually going crazy, or if the voice was actually someone real. The bags under his eyes were a clear sign that sleep hadn't come to him in the past couple of days, and when it did, it was always brief.
His dreams were both good, and also very bad. The ones where he caved in Osidious's head were among his favorites, while others saw Nadia shuttering in pleasure as she rode him for days upon days.
The nightmares were the ones that always woke him up in a cold sweat though. Visions of him killing all of those who were close to him, unable to stop himself from carrying out the actions were a good portion of them. Some actually saw visions of a white haired man beating him, electrocuting him, ripping off his head, or crushing his still beating heart in front of his eyes. The thought made him shiver.
"Ricard should be home today at some point...maybe he would know what is going on." Randall muttered to himself.
"No one will believe you." The voice said, starling him.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??" Randall shouted to no one, but was that true?
"A friend...or I could be. We share a common foe, after all."
Randall closed his eyes and breathed slowly. For some reason, in that moment, the voice gave him a sense of comfort. It was gone a moment later, but that brief moment gave him pause, and it even scared him a little bit.
"O-Osidious." Randall asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, good, I see the disdain in your soul for him. I have my own reasons, but I also view him with a great amount of displeasure." The voice said.
"A-are you real?" Randall asked, and the voice chuckled.
"Yes, and no. I exist, but not in the way I should. My reasoning for disliking this boy is what caused this form of existence for me in the first place. Not him directly, but he is the kin of those who wronged me." The voice answered with slight anger in its tone.
"Are you a comic book villain?" Randall asked, more confused than afraid at this point.
The voice laughed a dark, twisted laugh.
"A good description, but no. It may seem shortsighted to you, but to a being like myself, such crimes against myself demand punishment, and the price is this boy's life... no, not just his life, but his very body."
Randall had been fearing that he was going mad, and currently, he felt like his fears were founded. While he hated Osidious, he thought maybe what was being said was going a little too far. His brother wouldn't think so, and while he agreed with what he was taught by him and his father, killing people just for not liking them was a line he wasn't sure he could cross.
"You are mad, boy, but not because of me. It's not wrong to hate those who stand in your way. To kill them for standing against you. He is trying to take what is rightfully yours after all." The voice said.
Randall's brow furrowed. The lowly elf that Osidious was with was of no concern to him. The voice laughed again.
"No, no, not her. The other one. The one with the fuzzy ears." The voice said, and Randall's jaw set.
"He's going after my Nadia?" Randall asked coldly, and for some reason, the idea of killing Osidious didn't frighten him, but it excited him.
"Yes. You must be firm and take back what is yours. Osidious Vanir must pay."
In a nice home owned by a Kitsune couple, a young man with white hair sneezed, causing his eyes to water.
"Jesus." He said, wiping at his eyes.