Too long, a voice deep inside of her answered.
Oh, no, not that. She had medication in the backpack at her feet and couldn't move to get it.
Not real. Not real,Maria chanted, and that only made the strange voice of her other personality laugh louder.
There is no shutting me up now. It is because of me that you couldtouch your magic at all. I'm awake now, and you will never be able to silence me again.
I refuse to go crazy and be stuck here!Maria shouted at it.
You aren't crazy. You are me, and I am you.
No. You…Maria hesitated because if it wasn't a personality, then she must be possessed. Her fascination with Etruscan tombs and ancient necromancy practices had finally fucked her like Cosimo said it would. If it were a spirit or a demon, then maybe it could be reasoned with.
What are you?Maria asked it.
We are magic and we are blood and we are power,the voice replied.We are YOU.
Flames burned through Maria's mind, sharp teeth and claws gouged into her, but all she could do was scream soundlessly, her body still and unchanging as the dusty statues around her.
