Hail Mary

Marnie screams into her head while under water. Stop turn me back now your you will be the one to regret it.

Uhazral chuckles amused for the moment, What are you threatening to drown yourself?

No, but you are. Barely able to remember enough of your old life to piece together the argument, Marnie stumbles over the new mental obstacles.

Explain. Now Uhazral is confused and annoyed with both Marnie’s pause and her words. Marnie feels her memories flood black and that helps her find the words that she wants.

I am without any idea what that old hag was talking about but what I know is everything has a soul, even you. By default you must have volition by virtue of existence itself. ‘I think therefore I am.’

Contemplatively Uhazral responds, How is this me drowning you?

That hag believes you are a demon, and so you are a Demon. I believe you are something unique and that allows you to be different. I guarantee whatever future path your twisted past leads you to create will be rejected by my Higher-Self or superego. That means I am dead. Hence you are drowning me with your ‘punishment’.

Seemingly Marnie has been down here for longer than she expected. Though, she is far from sure what she expected exactly.

The false memories begin to evaporate as if Uhazral is accepting a temporary truce. For whatever reason, what he believes is similar enough to Marnie’s beliefs that he sees the threat.

The ugly hag did have a point however, my ‘wants’ must be equitable to yours, such as between Stephen and I.

Rather than see this as resistance, Instead Uhazral sees the opposite. Then you swear to satisfy what I want? Along with your wants yes, yes…

Marnie sighs though Uhazral is illustrating her point for her, Yes I so swear. That want of yours is the very ‘will’ the hag tries to disbelieve. As a signing bonus I even agree to reverse the old hag’s age to her early twenties and sick one of her great grandsons on her.

The cackle of glee that Marnie hears in her mind from Uhazral would be terrifying if it was directed at her. As it is, she knew who it was directed at and she has little problem making the witch pay for fucking with Marnie. For his part Uhazral is particularly silent on questioning why she thinks the hag’s Higher-Self will ‘accept’ the changes.

The old woman was trying her best to hide on the other side of the building. Marnie even notices a spell of obfuscation the witch probably thinks is keeping her safe. Uhazral evidently is enacting his own signing bonus in gratitude. That being Marnie’s ability to see through the spells and ‘know’ how to cut through them such as a hot knife through butter.

Immensely pleased with itself Uhazral conveys, You may want to sit up before you run out of air. Your body is back though with a few internal enhancements.

The changes failed to be noticed immediately by design, and they went bone deep. Though they left ‘Airi’s’ mind alone so she can fully appreciate the cost, of meddling without knowing as much as she thinks she does.