put on a mask (nix)

ENTER WHITE-EYE

Loneliness. It was eating away the Masked Demons heart. Eating like a maggot eating the rotten flesh of a corpse till nothing, but white bone remained. The boy was more and more each day filled with the feeling, no one really understood him. This was something the boy had no experience before, as the voices in his head usually didn't cling to such ideas.

Though lately, one voice was stronger. Time to time it spoke, acted differently the the others, spoke and then disappeared. It was hard to ignore it as the rest and so, White Eye coughed himself many times thinking about what this voice had said. Only recently, while the boy was carving butterflies in a prisoners skull, it said.
"We are alone. Completely alone. There is no one like us. Is it? No. Why?" As it sink in, this thought, the Masked Demons mood became more and more sour, to the level that the small things of the world couldn't even amuse the boy.

It led him to wander aimlessly around the corridors of the between-dimensions, a dark place without start or end. Days after days had been spent here, thinking about more or less important things or, as now, just running from himself. It was than that White just felt like to exit it. Now and there. By opening the portal, the Masked Demon had to come to a conclusion, too much buildings. everything seemed old, but livable. A giant dome covered a city further and just for a moment it even peeked the males attention.

But then, from almost nowhere, cry of rage and desperation echoed through the air and in the ears of the Blind Rat. It was like the boys own soul, the shattered mirror, would have manifested in the material world. Quickly White covered himself with shadows to blend with the night itself and become invisible, just a moment before Zeus appeared in the scene.

Now it was obvious, the boy was in pain. His mind was unpleased with the world and their mechanisms, similar to White when he lost to the Ice Queen. As he listened to what this interesting human spoke, something nudged inside, dark and dangerous, giving a idea never experienced before.

Suddenly Whites arms, pale and cold as the death itself, wrapped around the lone boys neck, tight enough to make him unable to escape. As the shadow cloak fell, the Archduke started to radiate an aura of pure evil, which was followed by smell of fresh blood. With a sad, but true smile, he spoke.
"Loud words are the reflection of a bleeding soul. Is your soul bleeding?"

ENTER WHITE-EYE

This being, something closer to Eyes being than any Demons or Hollows he had ever met, awoke emotions never felt before. Pity, mercy, compassion. White felt all of them when listening to this strange human. A crushed spirit, rubble and nothing more. Erased hope, only suffering left. He knew these creatures too well, but unlike the person in Eyes hands, the boy had learned to embrace them and in so become even stronger. If only this male would understand the Masked Demon, he could too show him how to turn this weakness into power. But maybe he could?

Whites grip became weaker till he let go completely. He then waited until the human had regained his breath, something of what White thought as being amusing, having no need for air himself, and spoke only when he was sure that the stranger was listening.
"Crushed soul can release more power then one could expect. Feed from the despair you are in. Harvest the madness you can conjure. Embrace the pain which rises in you. I'm a priest of Pain and Suffering and so, I can assist you in this journey." A light, weak stream of red smoke emerged from the males palm. Like a snake it wrapped around the males body, putting no strength or force under it. The target would feel like something warm and wet had washed over his body, accompanied with the smell of fresh blood. Then it happened.

Voices, thousands times thousands of voices started to speak in the same, high pitched volume in the males head. The feeling these masses of voices caused inside the males head would be similar to repeated bullet in ones head. Again and again, each bullet causing twice as much pain, as the previous one. These voices all tried to get the boys attention and each, feeling neglected, would try to yell louder then others. The noise became heavier and heavier, breaking all the pain limits Zeus could posses.

From his point White was just simply observing how this male was suffering. Blood rushed out of the humans ears, nose, eyes and mouth, nails scratching off his own skin of the face. And still, the Archduke was simply watching it with his warm, blind eyes. He let out a sad sight, seeing how this attempt failed to cause the needed results. With the same, saddened face expression White extended his arm, speaking the words of release as quietly, as possible. Eye didn't want to disturb the boys screams.
"Blood is raining from the sky.
Newborns are nailed to walls.
Plague has spread to the land.
Even Dead is crying in their graves.
Now bring forth the mercy of slaughter, Azathoth!"

Blood flowed out from the Masked Demons back, wrapping around his left arm and forming a blood red crystal sword in the males palm. This sword was radiating a light pulse, as the sword would have life on its own. Bending next to the human and whispering gently in his ear, White spoke few simple words.
"Follow the red star!" With that White took a step back and plunged the crystal blade through the males head.