quicklog: zatanna z/louis d Who: Louis and Zatanna What: Discussing Louis's 'condition'. Where: The basement of Shadowcrest, DC door. When: Recently. Warnings/Rating: TBD.
[Louis was reading. There wasn't much for him to do but read. The sigils dulled some of the constant need to escape and kill the first thing he came across, but it never really went away, ever at the back of his mind, always keening quietly, roiling uncomfortably like a hunger. It made him sick. Reading was at least a good distraction from it.
He was starting to genuinely think this might never end. He had thought that maybe, with Micah dead...but no, he was still here, his condition unchanged. The cult that had done this to him was dead. He was their last great work, and he had been the undoing of them. Now he stood alone.
Perhaps there was no freedom from this binding he'd been put under. The only answer he knew was written into his bones, like something he'd been born knowing - a grand sacrifice might sever his ties to the beast below, something that would take his place long enough in the connection that he could break it. But what then? Would the floods leave, too, and the terrible magic? The will to kill would go, certainly, but what of the rest of it? He held his own soul between his fingers, turning the warm metal back and forth as he sat, curled up on one of the long couches, his legs bent between them. There was no way of knowing, and nothing to do but wait.]