CHAPTER CLXXVI

(DARK BLOOD II)

"FUN..."

More than just a simple word, with the tone that is echoing with the darkness and dread. It was enough, no, more than enough for Alliah to almost snap out from the reality from the past and the scene that Kyle is showing her. Her tears fall as her eyes mark the horror, pain, and curses of the past that she runs away from.

“You already realize, right?”

“Realize what?”

“The things that are present and not. The truth and the dread that you cannot run away from no matter how hard you will try to do so.”

Not just provoking her to completely snaps from the tiny light that the darkness is fighting against to completely overcome her. Kyle’s words and his amused tone is adding to the burden that she is now having and somehow trying to endure. The kind of darkness that pushes beyond the boundary of good and drags her into the depth of hell and coming up to her senses to be bad.

Kyle draws a creepy smile onto his face and plays with his words, fulfilling the mis