Desperate times often call for desperate measures.
Blood dripped from Marcus's mouth, flesh of his lip split and gushing blood between his teeth, down his chin and sinking into the ground below. He was reaching his limit. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. Two bloodied boots scuffled back toward his body, nearly stumbling from weakness as their owner stood his ground before his partner's weak and downed form. Matt was honestly in no better shape than he; every cut and gash etched across his body reflected back like a mirror into Marcus's own. And with the blood came the pain. He could feel every ounce of it stinging through his flesh, seeping into his bones, draining him of every ounce of his strength as his lifeforce slipped from him in glistening trails of red.
No... they wouldn't last much longer like this.
There was only one thing left they hadn't tried.

"Matt..." He called out, voice rough and ragged. Matt perked up, wiping the pearls of deep black blood from his lip as he glanced back to Marcus behind him. Slowly, the Nightwalker pressed his palms into the dirt, pushing himself back up to his feet. He wobbled, but managed to stand. Shimmering orbs of gold-tinted green pulled from the ground to meet Matt's own as he lifted his head. It only took a glance. One long, slow gaze, their minds working as one, inner voices whispering silently between the air linking each other.
They knew what they had to do to win this.

They needed him.
They needed Marʞïaas.


Name: Marʞïaas (Mark-eye-us)
Age: ???
Species: Half-Demon
Gender: Cis Male

Powers: Darkvision, Shadow Manipulation, Darkness Manipulation, Telepathy, Mind Control, Mental Hallucination, Insanity Corruption, Dream Manipulation, Possession, Emotional Absorption, Life-Force Absorption

Powers: Darkvision, Shadow Manipulation, Darkness Manipulation, Telepathy, Mind Control, Mental Hallucination, Insanity Corruption, Dream Manipulation, Possession, Emotional Absorption, Life-Force Absorption
Voice Claim: Jonathan Davis

Misc: The result of Marcus and Matt fusing, or Matt otherwise fully possessing Marcus's body. Because of the stress this form puts on the original two, Marʞïaas is only formed in moments of great peral where no other options exist. He appears mostly as Marcus's body, with deamonic protrusions across the body resembling those of Matt's true form. In this form Marcus's pupils are literally split in half by Matt's own, causing what he sees to become distorted and jittery as perception of the world around him is shared between the two halves of his whole.

Marʞïaas exists in a state of perpetual hysteria and anxiety; Matt's powers flowing through his body are turbo-charged by his own negative emotions (anger, sadness, fear, rage, etc), so because of this he is constantly under great distress. What he perceives in the world can only be described as a twisted, grotesque, hyper-realistic version of reality. Because of his being trapped in a constant state of anxiety he is subject to panic attacks and hyperventilation, which if not controlled can disrupt his powers and leave him vulnerable. On the other hand, if he grows too distressed he expels excess amounts of energy in violent and destructive outbursts that lash out at all around him.

Marʞïaas is a dangerous form for the two to take; the only way that he can unfuse into his two original parts is by calming himself down. Being in this form takes an extremely heavy toll on both the bodies and minds of Marcus and Matt alike. The two need great amounts of time to recuperate after successfully fusing and separating from this form.