one day you will regret it (chapter 19)

As soon as the light vanished, the Zorath began looking in all directions, visibly uneasy.

Morgan was nowhere to be seen… but then, a sound broke the silence: a ragged, irregular, almost sickly breathing began to draw his attention.

The sound... seemed to come from above.

With a chill running down his spine, the Zorath slowly raised his head.

And then he saw it.

At the very top of the prison he had built himself... "Morgan" was hanging upside down, suspended only by his legs, like a bat stalking its prey.

A pair of massive wings, black as the void, enveloped him completely.

But that wasn't what sent a shiver through him.

No...

What paralyzed him was the gaze.

Morgan was staring at him, his head twisted at an impossible, grotesque, unnatural angle... as if his neck had been broken and yet could still move. And all the while, those glowing pink eyes remained fixed on him.

The Zorath froze for a few seconds.

It was as if the very shadow had passed judgment on him.

But then he reacted.

As fast as he could, he made spikes erupt from the ceiling of his structure.

A rain of death descended upon Morgan.

But Morgan moved even faster.

He was a whisper in the air.

Just the sound of his muscles tightening was enough for him to break free from his prison and dive at full speed, not even bothering to spread his wings.

The Zorath, desperate, summoned spikes everywhere, saturating the space.

But then, the black wings unfolded with a silent roar.

Morgan began to fly within this deadly building.

And he did it as if the air belonged to him.

He dodged every attack with surgical precision, gliding like a shadow between blades of death.

The Zorath didn't know it...

but now Morgan could "see" without using his eyes.

Every vibration, every echo bouncing off the cube's walls, formed an image in his mind.

His hearing drew the world for him.

Inside that sarcophagus of darkness, Morgan was omnipresent.

He was the darkness.

He was the night.

The Zorath was overwhelmed, growing more desperate by the second.

None of his attacks hit Morgan.

Not a single one.

The darkness, once his ally, now seemed to have become his enemy.

Morgan danced in it as if it were his home.

"Stop... stop... STOP!"

(The Zorath whispered, trembling with fury.)

But Morgan didn't attack.

He didn't respond.

He only watched.

He only studied.

A doubt began to take root in the Zorath's mind:

If Morgan had become so fast and now seemed able to see in this deep darkness... why wasn't he attacking?

A vague and fleeting thought crossed his mind, one that filled him with a rage he had never felt before.

"Is he… toying with me?"

(He whispered, voice trembling, almost as if it hurt to say it.)

And the answer was a roar of rage.

A scream so deafening it shook the entire structure.

The Zorath clawed at his head in fury, ripping out tufts of hair, tearing at his skin, bleeding.

He babbled incoherently.

He screamed like a madman.

And then… he exploded.

From the six faces of his prison, he summoned horrors:

Endless spikes, skeletal red-stained bodies piling up on one another, spears, elongated hands, faces screaming with terrifying expressions carved into them—all of it aimed at Morgan.

The sky closed in on him.

The air became a hell of death.

"DIE!"

(The Zorath shouted, consumed by desperation.)

The scream was so sharp, so piercing, that Morgan had to cover his ears.

The sound hurt him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw it:

Thousands of forms were coming toward him, leaving no room to dodge.

But Morgan didn't flinch.

He took a deep breath, filling his chest… and then let out a whisper. One so faint it was barely audible.

And then... hell was unleashed.

An impossible sonic wave burst from his throat, utterly destroying the Zorath's attack. Every form, every spear, every body… disintegrated.

The sound, trapped within the cube, amplified. Louder. More intense. A symphony of destruction.

The Zorath, already hit by his own attacks, was left suspended in the air, eyes rolled back, bleeding from his nose and ears, paralyzed by the impact.

Finally, the structure couldn't take it anymore. The prison collapsed.

Zorath's body fell to the ground, twitching in spasms.

"Morgan" descended slowly, landing in front of his defeated enemy and thought:

"…I'm going to end this. If I increase the power of my voice, not even he could survive that."

But then… he stopped.

Something within him stopped him.

Inside Morgan's mind, someone had halted the entity that had taken over his body.

That entity had been stopped by none other than Morgan himself, who with great effort stood behind him, grabbing his shoulder.

"Hey... what do you think you're doing?"

(Said the entity, with a cold voice.)

"Don't do it."

(Said Morgan, weak but firm.)

The entity pushed his hand away.

"I'll ask you one more time… what do you think you're doing?"

"I won't let you kill him!"

(Said Morgan, panting.)

"Are you kidding me?"

(Said the entity, letting out a dark laugh.)

They stared at each other.

"What nonsense…"

(The entity muttered, turning his back.)

"What are you doing?!"

(Yelled Morgan.)

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to finish what I started."

(Said the entity, annoyed.)

The entity that was about to end Zorath's life was interrupted once more by Morgan, who lunged at him—and thus began the struggle for control of the body.

"Damn it! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

(Yelled the entity.)

"I told you I won't let you kill him!"

(Said Morgan as he wrestled the entity.)

"You saw it! We both did! What he did to those people! And you're still asking me not to kill him?! What the hell is going through your head?!"

(The entity shouted, full of rage.)

"I don't know… I don't know!

But… I won't let you.

This is my body.

It's mine!

I endured the pain… I allowed it because it was the only thing I could do at that moment… but to kill someone… never!

I'll never let you use my body to kill someone."

(Said Morgan, through tears.)

The entity shoved him violently.

"He deserves to die!

All those people deserve justice!

He has to pay!

Only then will they rest in peace!"

(The entity shouted, furious.)

"That wouldn't be justice… it would be revenge!"

(Morgan shouted.)

"Oh, please!

Don't give me that moralist crap!

You think it's fair that someone like him decides who lives and dies?

That he plays with them like toys?"

"…No."

(Said Morgan, gritting his teeth, voice low.)

"NO WHAT?!"

(The entity screamed at the top of his lungs.)

"I said no!

No one should have that right!

Not you…

Not me…

Not him!

No one should decide who lives or dies!"

(Said Morgan, his voice breaking.)

"He has to pay… but not like this.

I won't let you decide that!

Justice… not revenge."

(Morgan concluded, firmly.)

The entity looked at him…

And let out a laugh.

"Moral? In a place like this?

Hahaha…

That morality will betray you one day.

It'll drag you into the abyss.

And when you're there, begging…

You'll regret not doing what was necessary.

That day…

you'll beg me to finish the job you couldn't do.

And that's when you'll realize that in a world like this, the only true justice is the one you carry out with your own hands."

Then the entity, with a face of disdain and a voice full of superiority, turned and walked into the darkness, disappearing into the shadows of Morgan's mind.

Morgan regained control of his body and looked at the Zorath.

He was still convulsing.

But still breathing.

"What… should I do?"

(Said Morgan, confused, eyes downcast.)

End of the chapter.

Next chapter: Actions and Consequences.