Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

light.

Too much light, too much heat, too much pain.

It burned my eyeballs, forcing me to avert my eyes and shed tears.

*Do you want to run away from me, Om Messiah? *

I heard the voice speak to me, a deep, hoarse, hateful scar.

*coward.You have been colored by the Emperor, but have forgotten the true nature of your soul.You and I should be one, I should be with you! *

I tried to raise my hands to block the light, but I couldn't feel my limbs.I reluctantly opened my eyes and looked directly at the existence that radiated pain.Yes, I have to face him because he is me.

The golden two-headed eagle stood in front of me, and each of its feathers radiated heat and light that far surpassed the stars.

One of the heads opened its sharp eyes and looked in the distant direction, stiffly like a beautiful sculpture.And the other head...the one I had been deliberately avoiding...its eyes were covered with burlap cloth, covering the bloody wounds.

At this moment, it comes alive.Neighing, in pain, opening and closing its scarred curved beak, it glanced at me through the gaps in the linen cloth.

It should have seen nothing because I had cut off contact with him.I am Ohm Messiah, and more importantly, the Emperor. I should not have my own selfish motives...

*ha!Selfishly?Of all the decisions you make, which one is not to satisfy your desires? *

Light... too much light... I felt dizzy, and my eyes went black for a while, and the darkness became deeper and thicker... Yes, you are here, from the deepest, darkest place in my heart...

*Do you think you can completely suppress me by wearing a mask?Wrong, Om Messiah, you have never been selfless.You killed that man, challenged Snape, challenged Voldemort, challenged the evil god... was it to protect others and help friends?wrong!You just want to verify your strength, eager to win and kill! *

No...no...I can feel you, your fingers already grasping my ankles.Cold and slimy, stiff and hard, like a half-rotten corpse or a fleshless skeleton.You will pull me down... You want me to fall into the deep abyss like you...

*Do you really care about your younger siblings?Do you really love your Fiorina Finlay?Do you really care about Harry, Hermione...your friends?Do you really care about the survival of the human race?I know the nastiest thoughts in your heart, because I am you!You just want to prove that you have absolute authority and the means to control everything! *

You are lying……

*Wake up, Om Messiah, you have been blinded by the Emperor for too long.Now, look at me——*

No, I can not……

*look at me! ! ! *

I opened my eyes again and found myself sitting on an old bench, with the creaking wooden floor beneath my feet, and in front of me was the statue of Jesus crucified.The light of lightning shines through the stained window behind it, breaking into gloomy shadows on the dying face of Jesus. The huge thunder seems to drown everything, and leaves a terrifying silence after it stops.

Lightning came again, and I saw your figure in the thunderstorm - huddled under the pulpit, messy and dirty black hair hanging on the back with protruding ribs, and the sallow skin was covered with scars. It was the harm I caused in order to suppress your manifestation.

*look at me……*

There was a hint of pleading in your voice, and I forced myself to look carefully.The lightning comes so timely, it illuminates your hands and feet.They were held together by heavy shackles, so you had to hunch over.You are looking up at me, but I see contempt in your dirt-covered face - because you are me.

You are the real me.

You are the one who has justice in your heart, values ​​friendship, and is passionate about dedication——

Om Messiah.

*I have been waiting for you. *

You smiled, but I saw sadness in it.

*And you have forgotten me. *

I have to do this. I can't let you enter my mind. You represent the opposite of me as the Emperor. You are a mortal with extremely selfish desires.

*Are you selfless?You said you wanted to raise the alien hybrids as livestock, but in order to satisfy your own desire to kill, you wiped one race after another from their home planet. *

No, that's for--

*Shut up, I'm tired of your excuses! *

I see you shaking your hands and feet, the sledge clanking on the ground.There was mania and disgust on your face, and that smile that horrified me.

*Come, my lord the emperor.You and I join forces and we can change the entire universe.Instead of like now - you became a political baggage, and I... became a joke!I want you to remember...*

I see you reach out your hand, and there's a solid pain in my throat, as cold as a lake in winter.

*I want you to remember, Om Messiah. *The strength of your fingers became stronger, and I felt that my throat bones began to deform and break. *For the rest of your life, somewhere in your heart...my hand will always hold your throat.I want you to remember that the person who defeated you is——*

enough! ! !

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Ohm opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils were mixed with broken divinity and humanity, like broken gold floating in the dark night.He stood up staggeringly, and immediately knew that he looked bad because Gus and Buck were looking at him like they were sick.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Ohm smiled at Gus, took out a box of combat accelerant from his arms, picked up one and put it between his lips, "Do you want one?"

"Tobacco will kill you." Gus raised his hand to decline. "Similarly, it will also destroy your image in their hearts."

Ohm looked at the people whose faces had renewed hope when he tapped his thumb over their shoulders, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and put the battle accelerant into the flames ignited at his fingertips.

"I have said it a long time ago, I am not a perfect god. As a mortal, I always have to have my own quirks."

Gus watched the cigarette butt become brighter due to Ohm's sucking. He pursed his lips slightly and said, "Are you doing it to satisfy your fetish...or to make yourself look more like a human being?"

Thick white smoke was exhaled from his mouth and nose, and Ohm's face was covered in hazy mist. He lowered his eyes and looked at the burning combat accelerant, feeling the ingredients of the potion that could make Space Marines excited flow through his veins. .

This is mortal blood, and it does not refuse to be combined with this harmful ingredient.

Ohm smiled easily, waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and said to Gus, "Who knows?"