<Mat>
Mat wheeled his rolling chair from desk
to desk, trying to finish his newest invention. He'd grab one substance and pour a little in before shaking it slightly.

"Little bit of Peroxide.....and some H2O...." Mat trailed off, dripping some water into his mix of chemicals. The substance he was making turned brown, causing Mat to wrinkle his nose. It was a disgusting smell for sure. "Now for some Urea and Chlorine...." The Theorist finished off his invention by adding those last two ingredients.

He held the glass beaker in front of him. "I did it!" Mat marveled, happy as he could be. "I finished the serum! Now for the naïve subject." Mat put the serum down and grabbed a throwing knife, chucking it at an ebony's picture.

"Now, I wait."

<Nate>
Nate sighed, closing the front door to his and Mat's home. He knew his lover was off making some new invention. They never seemed to work, and every time one failed, Nate had to pay it off. He always ended up hurting himself. Now, the Theorist was working on some new project. Something Nate hoped would actually work.

"I'm home!" Nate walked into the kitchen, putting some grocery bags on their marble counter. He looked through them, now sorting and putting the items away. He spotted a can of Diet Cole with a sticky note on it.

Nate,
DO NOT DRINK MY DIET COKE.
~Mat

The ebony chuckled and picked up the can, tearing and tossing the sticky note. He'd play a little joke and drink it. Nate popped the top open and set it down, letting it stay there until he was finished unpacking his groceries.

<Nate>
"Glad that's over!" Nate remarked, picking up the Cola can. He smelled something foul, but left it alone. It probably was the ebony's body odor.

He tilted his head back, pouring the drink into his mouth. Nate stopped for a breath, then continued to drink from the can. He finished the drink, then hid it under some other cans in the recycling bin. Nate sighed, patting his stomach. He was now suddenly tired, and surprisingly warm. The ebony was usually cold.

"You imbecile! Don't you know what you've done?" A male voice yelled. It was Mat! "That wasn't for you!" The male walked quickly over to Nate, who was very frightened.

"Wh-What?" Nate squeaked.

Mat stated to pat down the ebony, checking for any abnormal features, like wings or a tail. "Nothing. Whew." The Theorist wiped his brow.

Nate suddenly doubled over. "Uh.....ngh.......URK!" He threw his head back and black ooze escaped from his eyes and mouth.

Mat stood back in fear. Had he calculated wrong? Did the serum work at all? No, it was working, but not in the way Mat wanted it to.

Nate now started to scream. His dark howls echoed in their rural home, thankfully disturbing none of the neighbors. The ooze then stopped pouring, and attached itself to the ebony's arms. His hands and nails cracked as sharp claws formed on the ends. His whole arm turned and void color, and was emitting small bits of smoke.

Next came the tears. Nate doubled over again and started to cry. Inhuman purple liquid fell from the ebony's eyes and stained his cheeks, vanishing as soon as the liquid touched Nate's green shirt.

Meanwhile, Mat ran to his lab, gathering and mixing chemicals to make a cure to Nate's suffering. His most prized invention failed, and it was about to kill Nate. He wanted to kill his lover anyways, because Mat was too jealous of Morgan, who had gotten very close with the ebony.

"....." Nate stood up, his head down like a puppet. He was breathing heavily, as well as they were darker sounding. He looked venomously at a mirror, his glare shattering it. The glass flew past Nate, not harming him.

"W-Who am I?" Nate asked, looking at himself. "ARGH!" He felt a sharp pain enter his head.

"Such a naïve man. Bet you'll do anything to stay this way. And I can arrange that. Only if you give me control over your body Nathan." A dark, but calming and soothing voice sounded in his head. It was true, this felt great having all this power, but he didn't know how to use it. Maybe this voice did.

"It is done. What is your name anyways?" Nate asked.

"I go by many names Nathan. But you can call me, Natemare." That was the last thing Nate heard before darkness consumed him.

<Natemare>
Natemare smiled, looking at the changed body of his new host. His extended and retracted his claws numerous times before getting bored.

"Let's kill the lover, shall we?" Natemare said to himself, walking down to Mat's lab.

<Mat>
Mat looked behind him and saw Nate, but he was different. More, menacing.

"Stay away!" He held his knife in front of him.

"Why would I? This is too fun!" Natemare clapped, and Mat jumped, digging the knife into Natemare's left eye.

Cursing, Natemare stumbled back. He groaned and grabbed the hilt of the knife, pulling the knife out of his eye. The eye was now bleeding, adding to the demon's fear factor.

"GO AWAY!" This time, Natemare caught the knife.

"Ow, that hurt!" Natemare roared, stabbing Mat's knife through the Theorist's heart. He let the body hit the floor and clapped his hands. "Shows you, you dirty mother****er."

"Now for the rest of our show. Stay tuned." Natemare grinned and walked away.