[???'s PoV - 3 days later after capture]

I had awakened from deep slumber, feeling the bed underneath me. I sat up examining the room before looking down at my body. I move my arms and fingers around as a devilish grin appears on my face.

"I finally have control. That weak version of me has been erased." I say to myself as I hear a door to reveal two demons that have a aura similar to me.

"Who are you two and why does your aura feel familiar?" I asked

The tall female demon slightly bowed before speaking. "Hello dear brother, I see you've finally awakened."

'This woman who refers to me as her brother did she...' My thoughts are interrupted as the tall demon waved her hand in front of my face getting my attention. "Y/n are you..." "Don't call me by that name. I wish not to be associated with that human weakling." I say interrupting her.

"Apologies, but what shall we call you then?" I thought for a few seconds before looking back at her. "Call me Trigon."

[Inner Subconscious]

Meanwhile somewhere deep inside the body of Y/n's currently possessed body, there lay the soul of Y/n shattered in pieces fighting to keep itself together.

"Ahhh... H...L.... SOM....NE P...E...SE!" His soul calls out as he desperately tries to hold on.

[The halls of Zalgo's Manor]

As we walked down the halls, I have now come to know the names of these two known as Stripes and Lazari. They claim to be my sisters, and Master Zalgo to be my fagher, but as I go through my memories all I see is a void. Yet again I am pulled from my thoughts as my sibling gets my attention.

"Trigon, what are we going to do about that beast  as locked away in the dungeon? She has been resisting the essence stone for a few months now." I looked at her questionably. "What is this beast you refer too?" I asked her.

Stripes replies back. "She calls herself, Mistwalker. Zalgo, says she has some kind of power that can boost her strength on full moons and makes her overwhelmingly stronger than us demons on a blood moon with the exception of himself." I feel a tug on pants leg and look down to see Lazari reaching up to me as if she wants me to pick her up, to which I comply and carry her on my shoulder.

"What does this have to do with his plans? Full moons are once a month and blood moon happens every two years. How does this beast powers help us?" I ask looking back at stripes. "There is a blood moon that shall occur in about a month. If we can harness or siphon that power during that time we will become so much stronger than Slender's proxies, we'll kill every last one of them." Stripes says as bloodlust oozes more and more with each word that comes out of her mouth.

I continued walking with Lazari on my shoulder as Stripes snapped herself out of her bloodlust state before apologizing for her behavior. I simply waved her off saying "it was fine." and continued down the hall.

We came to a large set of double doors that clearly lead to his throne room. Upon entering I see my father and master, Zalgo sitting on his throne looking into a glass orb as if he's watching someone or something. "͆A͙͛ḧ̵͚́,͍̽͘ ̀T̲ͮr͑i͇̋ǧ̺͏o̊n̢̿,̛ ̺I̓ ͇̐s̸ḙë̥́ ̉ỹ͉o͑ú'v͓͆̕e ̜͆w̵o̘k̝̒eͪn̲̂ ̭͠u͈̒p̂ ̶̤f̢r̉o͋҉m̠ ͫy̻o̧͐u̡̺̾r͚͑̕ ̬̎sl̤u̮̕m̴b̛̬e̤͞r."͡

"How did you..." "̛̋Kn̩͘o͓ͨw̒͏?ͨ͟ ̖͢T̷ͭh̶͆ä̙́́t'̦̈́s̖̽̕ ͤq̜͌̀ui͕͗͠t̥̂e͋ ̵̻eås͉ỷ̷,̳ ͢I̚ ̜ͭkno̷̺w ̳̌͢e͌͏v̹ĕ̯r͉y ̷ͮt̴̃ͅh̒i͈̇́n̞̄͡g̡̙ ̙̈́t̉́h͙a̕t͓ ̅g̠o̱es͆́ o̤͆nͮ͢ i͋ṇ ̥ͦt̷h͉i̤ͥsͧ ̡M͈a̷͇n͎ͦoͪ͡r̚.͑ ̂́H̃͏öw͝ ̰e̶ͣlş̩e̤ d͈ͧo͇ͧ ̭ͯyͦ͞o͉͗͝u̮ͦ ͫ҉tͥ͠ͅhì͎͏n̟̕k̸͈̈́ ͠I̭̔͟ ̷̟k̥̅͝n̘e̲ͯw̬̾ ̵̭͑y̞ouͨ ̘ͤc͖ha̔n̵͊g̶̈e̢d̵͈ ̩y͉ou̢̐r̶̼ ̒҉n̷̰amͅ͏e ṫ̞o s̞ó͎m̌e͓̿t̶̒ȟ̴͕i̢̍n͕g͡ ̉m͕o͝re͒͠ ̟f̠͒i̙̚t̠t̥ͬi̡̫ͥn̞͡g̢̑?̲"
I analyzed Zalgo for a bit, but I could tell he wasn't lying. I knelt down on one knee, bowing my head before my father.

"Forgive me father, for doubting you." Zalgo waves his hand as if he's excusing me. W̢ơ҉rr̵͞y̢͝ n̶o̷̡t̨ ̛̛deąr c̸hi̸҉l͠d̡, ́͡y̡̢o̵u h̡͠av̶̀e͞ aw͟͞ak̕en̷ f̴̢ro̵͞m ̧̛a̴͜ ̶v̧͢er̡ỳ͞ ̶ḑè́èp͝ ͡s͠͞lee͝p̡, ̵͜y̢ò̵u̷ ̨̧w͜e͏ŗ̀e͢ ̛b̵o҉u͜͞nd͞ ̧t͟ò ̶fo̵r̴̸g̢̀e̷̵t͡҉ a ̢̛f̨e̴̷w ҉͠t͏̷h̡í̡n̴̵g͝s ͞d͠ųr̡̕i̶̷ng ͢tha̧̛t͡ ̴͠t̨́i̸m̴͢e͟͞.̸ N̨̕ow ris͜͟e,̸ S͜ţ͝r͟i͞p͡e͢͝s̷̵ ͏g͜͠ò͝ ͡a͡nd͜͜ sh͘o̶w your̕ b̶r͜ot̛h̢e̷r ̧҉a̡r̨o̸un҉d҉ ̸҉t͏h͡e̶͘ ̢̀m̨a̢̛n͝o̧͟r,̴ wi̶ļ͞l͝ ҉̴y͘o͏̨u. ̨͜Í ́͘h̵͞a҉ve̸͢ ́a͝͠ ̢͞bé͡a̸st̷͞ ̴t̵͘ó̢ ̷de̸a̡͡l w͏ith ̴҉d̡͟o̧͞wn̡͢ ̴į͟n ͜͠th̢̀ę ͏̶d͘u͘͜n̨g̀͏ȩ̀on."̴̢

Stripes bows. "Of course father." Zalgo nods before leaving the throne room.

[Meanwhile with the beast]

There the beast hangs, her wrist bound by chains as she struggles to keep her sanity, fighting against the powers of a stone collar with runic writing around it. Her ears react to the sound of a door opening. Her pained face opens one eye to see the master of the manor entering the room."͏T͢hr͏e҉e͏ ̡͜m̢̛o̧͝n̴t̸hs҉̴ ̛h̀҉e̕r͏҉e̕ ҉a͜n͢d ̶͏yó̧ú͟r̶ ́͢s̕͡t͟i̛l̷l̢͠ ̸͞f̵͠ig͝hting a̕gai̶ǹ̷s̛͞t͏ ̷͢my ru͜l̨̛e.̴ ͞Wh̶͘a̧͝t dr͘i̡͜v̛es ̴̕y̡ó̵u͏?̧҉"̧͝ The demon known as Zalgo ask.

"Knowing that I... have something to fight for. Something to go back to... Something you could never have." Mistwalker said as she raised her head to glare into Zalgo's eyes.

Zalgo bellows out a loud laughter before looking at Mistwalker with an evil grin. "̶̀D̶͢͟ó̧ ͘ỳ̶̨ơ̡͟u͟͜ ̷̀͟r͟e͞f̵͡e̢̛͡r҉ t̨o̶̡ lò̀v̶͝e̡,́́͝ ̴̷͟f̡r͡i̸̕e͟n̷̕d̸̡͏s̨̧hiṕ̵̧,͜͜͠ ̵̸͜fami͘l̕͟͝y?͢ ̧͝A͠҉̡ļ̸͜ļ ̷̢͡th͟͞a͢͏t i̧̨͟s̷͡ ҉̢m͟eą͡ni̛n͘ǵ̢͘l͞͡e͏̕ss ̴̨͝b̸e͢͝f̴̷o͜͠͝r͢͟e ̵m̸̡̡y͞͝͝ ͟͠p̸̢͝ow̸ę͝ŕ̨̢!̶̢ Á͝ņ̷͝d̨̨ i̧ţ̀͘'ll̶ ̡b́͝͠e a m͏at̵́t̡́é̀͠r̴̛ ͘o̶̡͘f ͢͝t́̕í̡m̢̛͢e̢͘͘ b̶ȩ͝f͘o͟re ͟I̵ t̴͝͝à͢͢ke҉͡ ̢͘y̶͠ou̷̸r͢҉̷s̸̵͘ ̨́ţ͜o҉o͠,̵͠͏ ̴͞a̷̷n̢d̡̕͡ w̡h͏en͘ ̶̷I̴͝ ̡͢͡dǫ̛̛ ̷͟t̡͡h̡̛̀at ̕l͏̶̡o̶͘v̸̨er̷̡ ̵óf̵͞ yò̸ú̧͝r͡s̵͘͝,̴̸ ͠Cļó̧c̷̸͝kwơ̶͢r̷̵k ͡wa̷͢҉s i̡͞t̡͘?̴ ͠I͜'́͘l̵͜l̴ ͠m̶̢̀a͏ḱ̕͡e͠͡ ͞sų͞re҉̕͞ ̕y̴͘où̕͝ ̕wa͞͞t͜ć͠h͟͢ á̢͜s̵ ̧I̸ ͏̧͢s̛̀͝l̨̢o҉̢͝w̛͟l̛͞y̸͢͟ te͏̸a͜͟͠r he̵̢͜r̴͘̕ ̶́to̧ ̴̶piec̨͏es͠͞͏ ̸̡as̵͟͜ ̴s̕͘͝h̡͜͝e͡ ͘͜͝s̢c͜ŗ̴e̶̕á̢͠m͢s ̵̡͞yo̕u͏̶r ̷͡n̷à̢͞me͝͠͠ f̸̶o̕͞r̵̨͞ h͝͏͠ę̷͞l̢̛p!̶͘"̴

Mistwalker's fangs grinded together as the Essence Stone around her neck glowed a bright red before she lashed out a roar at Zalgo; her left eye completely blood red.

"I'll tear you apart before I let you touch her!" Mistwalker snarled before catching her; this is what he wanted, for her lose herself to the beast clawing at her insides for freedom. Shaking the murderous thoughts from her mind, Mistwalker calmed herself as the light of the stone died and her eye returned to normal.

"I won't..." She panted as sweat began dropping from her face. "I won't give you what you want... and I'll take back what you stole from us."

Zalgo smirks before forcing Mistwalker to look at him.

"̵̴O̵h҉҉͢ ͜b̀u̵t ̢́I a̡̧lr̕͏͟e̷͘͠ad̢̡̀y̴̡ ̸̕͠h͞á̶̸v̸̢͘e̵̢ ͟on̴ȩ͢͝ ̴͏̛of ̡̨̕y̨̕͏ou͏ ̵̢̡į̀n ͏the p̵͟͜lá̸n͏ o͘͢͝f҉ ͠my̷̡҉ ha̷nd̨̛͠. ̷͡It ̀w҉̸҉a͞͏̧s̸ ̶͝s̴̀͟oo͟͢͞o ͞͡͞ea̶̢҉sy͏̴̨ t̶̡͡o̷ ̷̨t̶͜͠ur͜n ͢h̛͏͟im̛̛͜.̡́̀ ̷̢͡Ḩ̛i̛̕͜s͏ ̷̢́p̢̢ơ͜o̷r̷ ̀̀̀s̶̸͞o͠ú̴̡l̛͘ ͢s̀͜h͜ą̛t̷̛͘te҉͜r̸̡̕ i̴n̵͏t҉̢o ̴̵tį̛ń̴ý͜͝ ̸͟҉piec҉̷e̢҉͏s.̕ I ҉̶w̵̢͢o̷ń̨d͝͝e̴̶̛ŗ͟ ̸h̵́ow͝͞ ͏͡your̀͠ ̀p҉r̨o͞x̧̛͘ie̷s̶ ̸͟f̢́͡r̡͞͡i̸̧͠è͢n̢ds̴͢͡ w̕il͜l ̵̸̛r͞͡è̢͞ac͝҉̢t̢͡͞ if̸҉ I҉̵̀ ̶̀h͞͏̢av̡͝e ̧̡h̸́i̴m͘ g̷̷̛o ͠t̶̢͟h̀eŗ̵e̶͢ ͏̧ą͜n̴̷d͡ k̢͝i͘͘͞ll̕͞ t̷̢h҉̶e̶̵m̵̡ ̷͢͟a̶͢͠l͟l! W҉҉o͘u̵l͜͝d̵́ ̴y̴ou̶̡̕ ͜li͏̵ké̛ ̸t̶̵̷h̨̢a̷̸͡t̀͝?̧̨͢"̕͢͠ Zalgo begins chuckling.

"̵To͡ ͟sȩ̡͘ę ̛͘͢ý̷̨ơ̕ư̸͜r͞ ̸̛f̛͟͞ŗ̸͜i͠en͘͜ds̡ h́e̢̕͟á̷͢d ̵̸͜on ̷͏á͞ s̢ti̸͢cḱ̡̧, s̶͢͟tà͠ri̛n͟g ̸͢at̸́͘ ̶̶̡y͜ou ą̛̛s̡͘͢ y̸̨o͏u̶̴r̕͞ ͘h̵él̡͜͢p̸̧l̷͟͞e͟͞sś ̧̛͢to̴ d̸͡o̴̢͠ ̵̴̧a͞n̴ythi̧̨n̢͢g̴̸̢ ̶̨̡a̶͢t̸͘ aļ̵̶l!҉"̕

Zalgo laughs maniacally as he releases Mistwalker from his grip.

With each word he said.

With every dark promise he made.

The rage inside her grew...And she could feel her control slipping. "Let me out." A growling voice called out to Mistwalker.

"N-N-No...I won't..." The Moon Eyed girl groaned. 

"Why fight? You're exhausted. Months of this hasn't brought you any closer to freedom. You know you're weak; just give up and give me freedom."

"N...No. NGH!!!" Suddenly, the Essence Stone lit up like a Christmas Tree Light and red lightning began electrocute the Lycan causing her to struggle violently against the chains binding her.

"He̢͝h́e̵h̶̸é͝ ҉̵҉y̧̕ȩ͘͜s̢̡ g̸̕͟i҉v͘͢e ̧͝҉i̕͢ņ ͏̀t͏o̸̵̵ ̨̡͢th̛͟͟e͏͟ c̷͟ol͏ĺ̛ą̷͢r! ̵̢̢It͘͢͞ ͘d̶̡o̶e̵sn̵͜͜'̷t̀ m̶̷̨a̸̢͟t̡̛͠t̸͠e̵r͠ ́͠͞ẁ́hą̵͠t̸҉ ̨̛̛y͏o̴̧̡u̴̧ ͝d̡͝o,̵̨͜ th̷̛er̡͜͡e̸ ͟͞i̢̡͘s͢͝ ̕n̕o̕͟ ̛h̸̀͢o҉͝p̨҉͞e ̶fo̶r̵ yǫ̴̛ư͢͝!̵̴̡"͜͏ Zalgo continues laughing in Mistwalkers face.

"A͝n̷͟d ̶͏j͡ù̡͠s̀҉͞t͠ ͢͢t̀͜͠ò̸͡ ̴s̴̵h͜͞o̢͢͞w̵̨ ̸͏y̢ou̴̵͢ ͏̢h̕͞ờw̢͜ h̴͡e͏͡l̶̡͢pl͡e̶̵s͏͟҉s̢͢ ̀y̢o̶ù̴͞ ́͘tru̶̷͘l̸̀͟ý͡ ̶͝à̴͝ŗ̀̕e̢.́͝..̶͟" Zalgo snapped his fingers and Stripes and Trigon appear in the room.

"See ̶̨͢h̷́ow ̶̛y̧̛ou͠ŗ̷͜ ͜͡͠f̸r̶͘í̢̢e̶n͏̢̕d̡̨͢ ͏̶͢e̴͘͝a̡͘̕si̢̡̛ly̵͘ los̶͞͞t̸̨̕ ͢t͏̶̶o͟ t̸͡h҉̶̕é̵ ̢͏͞d͏a͏r̸k̀́͘ne̸͡s̷͜͞s? ̸H̡́E̡̢͝ ̨͞N̴̶̛Ǫ ̡͟͞L̷̶O̵̧͞N̢̨̕Ǵ̴̕E͞R̀̕ E̛XI̸̵̛S͠T̴̨̛!̸̶"̶̛͠

Opening one eye through the pain, Mistwalker came face to face with her friend's face but...there was no indication he was there... like he was erased.

"No... Zalgo, you bastard! What did you do to him?!" Mistwalker yelled through the pain, the lightning intensified and darkened in color. Runes began to snake across Mistwalker's skin and her voice...it echoed in bloodthirsty hunger.

Zalgos demonic aura grew immensely. "̨̀L̷̸̢i̷k͘͠e̴̡ ̵̨̀I̕͠͠ ̷͝͞ş͘͟a͞i͘d,͏̸̵ ͢h̕͞e̡͜ ̷̶͟ǵ͘͡a͡v̡ȩ̸͟ ͘͜͜į̨n̡͜҉to ͞͡҉t̵͘͡h̨͠e͘ ̶̀dar̛k̢͠ń͡es͟͞s ͏̵͟sǫ͢͝ eá͝si̶̸l̕͢͠y.͜"̢҉͠ Zalgo watched as the runes slowly began to change color indicating that she was close to being taken over by the collar.

"̧͞S̡l͠ę̷nde͏͟͡r͡͠m͟͠͡àn ͟an͡d̸ ҉hi̸̵͜s̀ s͠i̸҉͢ļ̵l̴y͟ ̵̧p͞r̡̧o̵x͢͏ies̕͘͜ ẃon'̵̡t҉̴̸ k̨̀͠n͢͏o̡w̛͟ ̶̡w͏̕h̛ą͜t͏̸͡ ̴̨̀h̢i̷t ̸̵͢th̡̕e͟͟m͡͞͏ ̀́w͘͠he̴n̵ ̶͘͢t̷̶͞h̵̵̛ey͏̶͜ se̸҉e̵͠͠ ҉t͡ḩ͢҉e b͘͘o̧͘͟dy̢͝ ͠o͟f͞ ͜͜tḩei̴͠r̶͢͞ ̸̢̀f̨r͞ie̡nd ̵̡͠ki̷l͜͠͝l̨͠i͢͝n̵̕͜g ̧̛̛t̕he͏͜͢m̧͡͡.̶̛̛"͟ Zalgo turns to walk out the room but come to a stop as he reaches the door.

"҉Soo̢̕n̴͝ ͜͜͠an̶̢͜d̵̛͜ ̨v̡͢e̴r̕͟͜y ̵̧̢s͘̕͟o͠͞ò̶͘ń ͠yo͡u̕͏ŕ̕ ̢pow̷̵e̢r͜ ̢̢wi͢l͟l̀ ̨̕҉b҉̛e͟ o҉͏̵ur͘͡s̸̵̡ ̀a͝n̸̶̴d͟͢ ̢̡͜T̴͘͠hé͢r͞͡e'̶̷s̵̛ n̵͠o̵t͏h̡͡҉ì̧ng̨͟͡ ͢y͞ou̕,̕ S͜͠l̶̨en̵d͘er͏ma͟͠n͜,͏ ̨o͏̧r̢͟͝ ̸̛h̢̛į͠͝s̢̕ ̢á̢͘n͟͠͡no̡ying̷͘͟ ̡p̸͘͞r͟͠o̕x̢͜͞i̛͡ȩ̡͟s͏͘͟ ̴͡c̀̀à̕͟n͠ ḑ̸͟o̵ ̵t̶̴͞o st̴̸͞op͝͏̧ ͡m͝͏e̴͝.̧͝͡"̡͢ He says before walking out the door, Stripes and Trigon following behind closing the door behind them.

Mistwalker looked at the ground as tears filled her eyes; the lightning hurt like hell but knowing her friend was gone... knowing she failed to keep her promise... knowing she failed him...was too much and she slipped into the nothingness with one final regret.

'I'm Sorry.'

- ??? -

Opening my eyes for the first time in a long time was more pleasant than I thought it would be. Looking at my bound wrists, I yanked the chains until they broke; the shackles still around my wrists and ankles.

"About time she gave up."I said as I walked over to a broken mirror in the corner of the room; taking in my features. The flesh of my mortal form was riddled with red runes and a thick stone collar with a glowing red stone secured around my neck. Looking out the barred window, I saw a bleeding Moon high in the blood red sky.

"Hmph. Must have been out for hours."

[Meanwhile in the hallway - 5 hours later]

The Rake heard no signs of a struggle for a while now. He turns to the door. Listening out for any sounds in the room but heard nothing.

The Rake went inside to see if the humanoid werewolf had stopped breathing or something. When he got inside he noticed that Mistwalker was no longer bound, yet she stood there in front of a broken mirror examining herself. Had noticed that her demeanor had changed from the prideful being from what she used to be to something completely different.

"Who are you?!" He asked ready to strike had she given him any kind of false answer.

Turning her head slightly to gaze upon The Rake, a eyebrow. "You dare give me such a greeting; you senseless lapdog?"

The Rake froze for a split second before regaining his composure. He directed his claws in her direction. "I won't ask again who are you?!"

A sudden red flash from the jeweled eye caused the blood in The Rake's body to freeze solid before a blur glared in his eyes before he was sent flying to the end of the room, crashing into the wall.

"You don't demand anything of me, you deformed mongrel." She growled as she puts her leg back to the ground. "You're nowhere on my level, you're not worthy of knowing my name..." She suddenly stopped, looking in the direction of the open door as a smile crept on her face; staring at the face of the new addition, leaning against the wall. 

There stood Scarecrow staring at the lycan he Scythe leaning against the wall as she watched the outcome of this event.

"I must say you are definitely as strong as Master Zalgo claims you to be."

"Ah. So Zalgo is the one who freed me. I'm must say, I'm curious." She said as she folded her arms. "Just what does Zalgo want from me?"

The scarecrow looking woman points her scythe at the lycans chest. "Your power."

"Oh yes, power this, power that. Power. Power. Power." She said as she rolled her eyes and waves her hand around. "Surely power isn't the only thing he go want; if that were the case, he'd try to take it."

"There is an enemy we wish to be dealt with. But our Master wants to toy with them first before making them beg for their lives only to still kill them anyways"

"Let me guess: Slenderman and his proxies."

The scarecrow woman just giggles.

"Whatever, I guess I should repay the favor for him letting me out but..." With a burst of Black Mist - The Lycan Behemoth, it's fur lined with the runes and the collar around it's neck, stood tall over Scarecrow. "I'm nobody's pet. Remember that."

The scarecrow girl giggles as she leaves the room. "Follow me, Master Zalgo is waiting."

The Lycan walked over to the door before dropping, looking at The Take cowering in the corner. "By the way, Rake. My name is Carnivore." And with that, the Lycan followed Scarecrow into the darkness of the hallway.

(And that's that for this chapter. Tell me what y'all think. Till the next chapter. [which will probably be in another month, but I digress] I'll cya in the next chapter.)

Xir out