Shadow Milk ep 15

Sage felt something wrong in the back of his head. His souljam began spitting black dust, seeping from countless tiny cracks. Where did they even come from? Sage had been sitting back during the entire battle with Dark Enchantress, clearly telling Shadow Milk, his other half from another timeline, that he would not side with anyone. Neither with the Beasts nor with the Ancients, or it would disrupt the flow of this timeline. Yes, Sage himself was a walking timeline paradox, having come from another world where he was an Ancient, not a villain.

"Shadow Milk... What in the name of the Milk Witch is going on... Argh!" Sage clutched his eye in horror, his lower eyelid covered in tiny patterns of different colors. The blue-skinned man struggled to reach his staff, waving it, sparking a spell that transported him to his alter ego.

"Surprise, surprise! I thought you weren't coming!" Shadow Milk looked... Horrible. His hypertrophied arms of different colors, now looking more like animal paws, his cracked soul jam, those eyes, and that insane grin. The Jester of Deception looked like a deadly, deranged March hare in the throes of a nervous breakdown. At that moment, Sage bitterly regretted ever telling his other half about timelines. "Look around! Beautiful, isn't it? Listen to my brilliant plan!" The jester grabbed the preacher of truth by the arms and whirled him around amid the golden glow and ticking of the gigantic clock, its pendulum sweeping above their heads, ruffling their hair. Shadow Milk waited for a reaction.