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The deaths of his family played over and over in his brain. His father's brain and skull were scattered on the floor. His mother a bloody mess. Artemis, much the same. Baryos himself lay crippled on the ground. Then the barrel of the gun rested on his forehead, and excruciating pain ravaged his body, ripping at his very soul, his Light, his sanity.

Baryos chuckled.

"Pitiful."

He grabbed the Dark One's arm, and flipped him forward onto his stomach.

"You read my mind. You should know I've done this before."

The Warlock stood up, still holding an arm, which he forced onto the Darkbringer's back at an unnatural angle, feeling every fragment of bone shatter. He roared in pain.

"You thought debilitating a thanatonaut with visions was the way to go, eh?"

He grabbed the Dark One by the side of the head, forcing his thumb into the opponent's temple.

"Let's see how well you fare."

In that moment, Baryos' eyes flared brightly, and fastidious, ruthless tendrills of Void power coursed into the Dark One's skull. Over and over, he was forced to relive the mind-bendingly painful rituals that had slowly stripped him of his Light, replacing it with pure Darkness. Every scalpel and needle that tore his flesh, magnified to an unimaginable degree.