Angelus. The scourge of Europe, the darkness, the monster that mothers told their children about. Evil, in its most pure and true form. His friends, the people that care about him, think it’s like a switch being flipped. When his soul is gone, Angelus reigns free, and when his soul is back, that the demon just disappears. If only it were that simple; that clean and cut. Angelus is always there. Waiting in the recess of his mind, whispering taunts, goading, ready to take advantage of even the slightest moment of weakness.
It never stops; just one unending vicious cycle. Every day, every second, is a struggle to ignore a voice that calls out to everything the demon inside of him wants. To not taste the blood of innocent people; to not commit acts that make even the most atrocious serial killer look pale in comparison. Angelus isn’t a separate personality; he isn’t some completely different entity. No, Angelus is a part of him, one that won’t go away.