It had been weeks since the incident and the voices in Alice’s head only got worse by the minute. Alice knew she had to do something before she couldn’t resist anymore. Using her telepathic powers, Alice projected herself in a mental landscape in order to commune with the voices more directly. She knew full well she could never be free of them, but maybe she could find some middle ground, the only true way to stop an enemy is to turn them into an ally.
Shortly after Alice arrived on her mental landscape, the voices began to take form all around her, soon Alice was surrounded by shadowy figures, some humanoid, some beast, some… who knows what some of these were. Alice knew there was a slim chance this would work, but she had to try, despite the stupidity of it. Alice made a simple proposition to the voices, unite as one and cease the endless tussling and fighting, or continue the cycle, continue fighting where neither side would win.
The voices listened and stared at Alice. They asked her why should they take her bargain, what good would it do them? Alice replied by saying that if they keep fighting over domination, neither side gets anywhere, the voices want a foothold in reality, but if Alice ends up a bumbling insane mess, she’d just end up like all the others who fell to the Void. Dead. What good does a dead Alice do for either of them? If she dies, they no longer have a mind to infest and inhabit. They’d have to go find a new one, one that might not be so accepting of them and keen on the idea of unity.
The voices pondered Alice’s words for a while. Eventually, and to Alice’s surprise, a good bit of them agreed to this deal, they would cease trying to drive Alice over the edge of her dwindling sanity, work with her instead of against her. In return, Alice would let them stay and not search for ways of dominating or removing them. The ones that agreed would be called Voices.
Though some were not accepting of this proposed deal. They didn’t want to work with a filthy mortal, they just wanted to dominate and break her, using her body as a puppet to spread chaos and madness. They rejected the deal and dissipated from the mental landscape, back to the shadowy hells of Alice’s mind. These ones would be called Whispers.
Alice was content that she got at least some of the voices to agree. She left the mental landscape, her mind and senses returning to her body on Azeroth. She breathed a sigh of relief, noticing the extras in her head were not as present, and the ones who were present sounded like whispers in the back of her mind. Though, with less voices constantly bombarding her, she could more clearly understand the Whispers.
They urged her to use her powers more recklessly, to encourage recklessness with the Void, weaken the fabric of reality and help blur the lines between creation and the Void. Alice was weaker on Azeroth, after all, the barrier of reality limiting her, not allowing her to reach her full potential. She could increase her powers this way, become stronger, and more easily protect her loved ones from harm, like those assassins who attacked her wife.
That last remark shook Alice, made her actually consider for a moment. She did want to protect her loved ones. More than anything else she wanted her friends and family safe. But not at the cost being asked, not for that price. She would not doom them to protect them. Alice tried her best to brush off those suggestions and the thoughts they conjured, but as Alice walked off, the Whispered laughed in the back of her mind, a sinister laugh one would make when they are playing the long game. This would be far from the end of things for Alice.