"Stab their eye out."
"As you wish" gleefully said Myrella. Back under Herobrine's control, they were bound to do whatever he demanded, and this case, it was something truly cruel.
Myrella, in these spare moments of clarity and freedom, had bonded with Viktor, who comforted them during their time of crisis, the uncertainty, and fear. After Lan had left, and they felt like there was no one close to them anymore, Viktor shined like a star, a hope that this nightmare would end. Yet...
The sword was unsheathed and aimed directly at Viktor's right eye. He couldn't move, begging for Myrella to awaken once again, to remember who they truly are, to break free. But how could they break free from the control of a God?
They prepared their sword for a swing, and then...
Nothing.
No movement followed. No blood spilled. The blade remained in its place, as Myrella struggled to continue its predetermined path.
Their mind was a dark place. Devoid of light, devoid of hope, devoid of salvation. Yet, in it, a flicker, no, a spark of hope, of light, shined for just a moment.
"I won't let you hurt them."
The blade was stopped by an invisible hand pulling it back, fighting desperately to seize back control of their own body. That interval of clarity, that moment of comfort and understanding, sparked something inside Myrella. Something that would fight back against the oppressive force of the White-Eyed God. Something that would give hope.
"Find Smile", Myrella made an expression of sorrow and regret
"No", before changing back to that of a cold blooded killer
The light dimmed, the spark extinguished, the hand pulled back, and the blade found its target.
Viktor screamed in agony, holding back blood spilling from his right eye socket.
Myrella panted in exhaust, as if finishing a battle that left them heavily wounded.
At the end, there is no light.
There is no hope.
There is no salvation.
