A/n: hii guys i'm back.. so sorry for not updating in forever, but i've got a lot of chapetrs written so i'll be updating a lot now. anyways enjoy the angst loves <3

WARNING!!: SUICIDE ATTEMPT

The three walk through the nighttime desert, with Marc in the lead as they arrived at their destination.

It was a dark and dim in the temple, Khonshu's statue and another unfamiliar one was the only things present inside of it. Marc was seen crawling towards the steps, holding a heavily injured body against his own as he groaned in pain. He leant against one of the steps, carefully pulling up the person in his arms against his chest.

He looked down and noticed that his, and the person he was holding's wounds were bleeding more. The one in his arms bleeding way worse than his, their eyes closed shut. A very familiar (H/C) haired showing out from the bandanna on her head.

Marc leans his chin on top of her head, tears in his eyes feeling her breathing barely there anymore as he grabbed his gun, and points it towards his face.

If she was going to go, so would he. Life or death wouldn't keep them apart as he was about to pull the trigger.

The moonlight shines down on the dying couple, as Khonshu's statue and Eenta's statue seemed to bright up more behind them.

"What a waste." A deep voice scoffed out.

"Don't. She will live, you both will." Another voice follows behind, this one sounding more feminine and stronger.

"Huh?" Marc paused his actions, pulling his fiancé's body closer to his chest.

"We feel the pain inside you both," The deep voice continues as Marc looks up to the two statues behind him, "Ah. Hmm."

"What the hell are you?" Marc asked breathlessly, squinting his eyes.

"I am the god Khonshu, in search of a warrior,"

"And I am Eenta, the goddess. The same goddess who has watched over dear (Y/N)." The female voice was back, her statue seeming to bore its eyes on the dying (Y/N) in Marc's arms.

Marc, Steven and (Y/N) watch the memory play out. The best friends a little behind Marc, as he watches with a sorrow filled face, hands scrunched up at his sides.

The (H/C) haired girl watches with confusion seeing herself in Marc's arm inside the memory. Her body was badly injured, blood everywhere as she watches her chest barely moving up and down. She squeezed Steven's hand, scared at what was about to happen.

She then felt her stomach drop badly when she took notice of a very familiar chain in memory Marc's hand, holding it tightly to his chest with her memory figure. It was (Y/N)'s fathers moon necklace that she made, one that was now no longer his, as it belonged to her boys.

Inside the memory, Marc scoffs, "A warrior. Well, good luck with that."

"To be our hands, our eyes and our vengeance. To be our final word against the evildoers. To bind your very being to us and eradicate only the worst, those who deserve it." The deep voice explains, as the statues behind them stare at them closely, "Do you want her to die? Do you want death? Or do you want her to live?"

Marc releases a trembling breath and glances at his fiancée dying in his arms, then to his gun. "I don't know..but, I want her to live."

"Your minds, we feel it. Fractured. Broken, hers even more so. Most fascinating."

Marc leans his forehead against (Y/N)'s as he listens to the deep voice talk, not caring about the blood all over their bodies.

"You two are worthy candidates to serve us during this time." The deep voice told him, "In exchange to save her life, do you two swear to protect the travelers of the night and bring our vengeance to those who would to them harm?"

"That sneaky old vulture. He was manipulating you from the start." Steve comments as he looks to Marc, still holding onto (Y/N)'s hand who was watching closely.

"Yeah, well, they kept (Y/N) and us alive." Marc replies weakly, throwing a small glance at his confused fiancée, knowing she was about to find out the truth he wanted to always keep her safe from.

"Marc, he was talking advantage of you." Steven remarks with a frown.

"Or it was just a way for me to keep being what I've always been," Marc retorted, "A killer."

"I must warn you, Marc." The female goddess voice was back,"With me saving her life, it will come with some consequences. Some I'm afraid you won't like."

He looked down at (Y/N) in his arms, weaky brushing his thumb against her golden ring that bounded them. He knew his answer already. A world without (Y/N) wasn't one he wanted to be in. He couldn't live without her, even if the consequences of saving her life would come back to hunt him.

"I don't care," He murmured as he shakes his head, his eyes moving from his lover to the Goddess, who was now standing beside them in all her glory. "Save her, please."

Eenta stood there wearing beautiful golden armour that covered her body, leaving some of her legs and arms bare. Long wavy hair that sat perfectly on her shoulders, decorated with white jewellery and beads.

She also had a two-pointed white crown that sat on her head. Eenta's eyes glowed as she nods her head at his answer, and turns to look at Khonshu's statue.

"Do you swear to protect the travelers of the night and bring my vengeance to those who would do them harm?" Khonshu's deep voice questioned strongly, as he now appeared beside Eenta in his form.

"Yes." Marc answered above a whisper, feeling it getting harder to breath.

"Look. The Scales." Steven pointed to the side where the said objects where, seeing them slowing down, "Have we done it? Have we balanced them?"

Eenta stood over (Y/N)'s barely breathing figure, the goddess turning to Khonshu and a nod of comfortion was share between them.

She then looked to Marc, kneeling down in front of the couple, "I will give my life to save hers, I own her father that much." A small, sad smile crossed the goddess lips as she raised a hand and gently placed it onto (Y/N)'s chest.

"She will not remember this, she won't remember anything up to this point in her life." Eenta sadly tells Marc who felt his heart drop at this, "I'm sorry to do this, but it's the only way for her to live a normal life."

Marc knew the goddess was right, he knew this was the harsh price he had to pay for brining the love of his life back. He looked down at the unconscious (Y/N), leaning down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. The last kiss he would get to do for centuries, "Do it, bring her back to me."

Eenta smiles sadly one more at him, sighing through her nose as she closed her eyes and a bright, glowing white light shined from where her hand was on (Y/N)'s chest, the light growing bigger each passing moment.

(Y/N)'s eyes went wide in horror at the realization of what she was seeing. Inside the memory, she was being brought back to life by her fathers guardian, the Goddess who watched over the (L/N) family, more specifically her.

She felt tears come to her eyes as she looks to Marc, seeing a tear fall down onto his cheek already, further clarifying her suspicions.

"Rise and live again. As our fist of vengeance."

Marc's eyes began to glow white, as the ceremonial armor of Khonshu formed around his body. The glowing light around (Y/N)'s body rushed all over her figure, seeing it healing all her wounds and brought colour back into her pale face.

The white glow was suddenly sucked inwards by a force, making a warping sound as it flowed directly into her chest. Her eyes shot open with a loud gasp, her (E/C) eyes flaring with a bright white.

"Take care of her for me, Marc..." The voice of Eenta fades out through his ears, seeing her giving a bittersweet smile as her lifeforce gets transferred into (Y/N)'s.

The ring on (Y/N)'s finger glowed as well, now transforming into a bracelet that changed onto her wrist, making a clicking sound and the glow died down slowly.

"As our Moon Dust and Moon Knight."

(Y/N) gasps as she watched this happen to herself, looking down at her body with wide eyes, then to her ring on her finger.

She now understood why she could hear Khonshu without being his avatar. She wasn't all human. She was part Goddess. Thanks to Eenta, this was also how she had powers.

Creatures screeching in the distance gained her attention, knocking her out of life changing thoughts.

"Are those.." Steven trails off and glances down at his friend friend, tugging on her hand, "Come on, love, Marc. Let's go!" He led the way and the two followed after him.

Marc ignored the look from (Y/N) as they followed, himself being to scared to face her after she found out the truth. Finding out what he risked bringing her back to life.

"Taweret, what's going on?" Steve questioned once the trio had made it back on the boat, walking up to the Goddess.

She turned her head to them, "Fear is spreading in the upper world." She replies and looks back at the desert, seeing things flying from the skies, "Unbalanced souls are being judged or condemned to the sands before their time. Oh, this is bad. This is evil."

"Harrow." Marc mumbles knowingly.

"You see why we have to go back?" (Y/N) reasoned with Taweret, standing next to her with a frown.

"Even if I could send you back up there, the boys we just be returning to a body with a bullet in it." Taweret informed sadly, "They wouldn't be able to heal."

The (E/C) eyed girl shakes her head, "Can you send word to Layla? Please." She asked, "Help us free Khonshu."

Taweret moves her eyes to the males standing near (Y/N), "Are you sure you want to be with Khonshu again?" She questioned gently, "Seems like you want to get away from him."

Everyone turned to Marc, waiting on an answer as he looks to his fiancée and back to the Goddess, "I did, but this is our only shot. It's the way it's gotta be."

"Please, Taweret, you have to help us." Steven insisted, "Please."

She looked between the three, before her ears twitched and gave up, "What the heck?" She mumbles, then walks towards the middle of the boat, "Osiris is not going to like this, but his gate is the only path back," She grunts and pulls a lever to the side to change the direction of the boat.

(Y/N) yelps as she stumbled to the edge of the boat from the effect, both males doing the same as they caught her before she fell over, her back landing against their chests.

"Get back inside! You don't have long." Taweret strained out as she veered the boat, "Get those Scales balanced."

~

(Y/N), Steven and Marc were back in the white hallways as the three walked down together, the girl in between them.

"There was that bedroom you didn't want me to go into." Steven recalled, walking at as fast pace, "That's where we'll do."

"Just a second. Just wait a second," Marc was quick to block the best friends path, "Just give me a second here. Okay?" He seemed to be very nervous about what was behind that door, something he didn't want his finance nor Steven to find, which made (Y/N) frown softly.

"Um, look, we don't have to go back through it all again. We can just talk. Right here, right now. I'll tell you.. I'll tell you everything." Marc gave them both a promising expression, brows furrowed, "I'm just begging you, don't make us go there again. It's not worth it."

"Not worth it? Not worth it?" Steven repeats in disbelief, "Marc, you're about to lose everything, again. Do you understand? If we don't get back, and Harrow succeeds, and all those people die-"

"If Layla dies, that's on your head," (Y/N) interrupts, staring at her fiancé with hard eyes, not wanting her best friend up there to get hurt, "It'll be all your fault."

"No, no, no!" Marc yelled stubbornly, breaking out into a fit, "You can't! I won't do it!" He began to smack himself repeatedly on the face, "I won't do it! You can't make me! You can't make me!"

~

The scenery suddenly changed back to the hospital office and Marc continues to yell, and hit his face.

A voice next to him tries to calm him down, placing their hands on his shoulder, "Marc! Marc! Stop it, stop it." The voice of Dr. Harrow was back, him trying to calm the male down.

Marc slowly calmed down and breathes heavily, turning to the doctor with wide, blown eyes and touches his neck, "Did you inject me with something?"

"You watch too many movies, all right?" Harrow chuckles and stands up, "We can't involuntarily sedate patients. Not these days, huh? I mean, not unless absolutely necessary."

He reached the little table in his office and poured two glasses of water, "Oh, Marc, what you've been doing is so difficult. I'm so proud of you."

Marc looks around the room with doe eyes, his curls sticking to his forehead as he rubs the place where his ring would be, making him think of (Y/N).

"Reliving these kind of traumatic memories can be so painful." Harrow used a cloth to dab his forehead, "They look and feel so real, and you have been at it for hours. Great work."

He walks over towards Marc who watched lost, "It's really- You've been peering inward, looking deeply into all of the moments that make you, you." He hands Marc a glass of water, "Here. Come on, take it."

Marc takes the water wearily and holds it with both hands, "Yeah, I'm so proud of you, Marc."

Harrow leans against the desk as Marc looks down at the water, seeing his reflection, "Now just stay with me for one second, okay? I want you to consider this. Do you think you created Steven to hide from all the awful things you feel you've done in your life, or do you think Steven created Marc to punish the world for what your mother did to you?"

Marc listened and looked up from his glass, looking like a lost and vulnerable young boy again.

"Do you know? Can you remember?" Harrow continues his questioning, seeing no answer from him, "There's only one way to know. You're gonna have to open up to (Y/N) and Steven. There can be no progress without understanding. Can you do that?"

Marc looks down at his water again, staring at his reflection and made up his mind.