10 Years Inner Darkness の小説・ストーリー

“Every species is born with the same amount of light and dark in them. Because you have already had internal battles your light has won and the darkness in you has faded. But No one’s darkness can never be truly snuffed out, nor can the light.” “What if I can’t defeat the darkness?” She asked. “I have no doubt that you can beat whatever form the darkness will take hold of. It is when the darkness enters you that I am worried about. The internal battle you will face will be the hardest thing you have done up to this point.” When will this battle begin?” “You have some time still.” Apophis responded. “How much time?” She demanded. “At least a year, two at best.”

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

On that occasion a group hired by the fucking gangsters tried to take my head to their boss, unfortunately for them we knew about the operation so they did not achieve their goal but there were casualties and injuries, including Max. After that little attempt, both the mob boss and everyone involved in the plan to assassinate me woke up with a fucking bullet in the head, courtesy of me and Claus. In this world, in my world you earn respect in many ways, I have built it in many unusual ways, the organization I lead is not even a shadow of what it used to be when I took over it. I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won

The cover is worn and the leather is pealing off. I open it. Each page is all crinkled as if it's been used a lot. I look through the book. Poems? Each poem is so meaningful. Did she write this? INNER DEMONS: It's like a shadow in an eternal night It does not let you free it does not let you live in the light It takes you deeper into an endless tunnel It ensnares you with chains It pumps it's venom into your vains The darkness does not let it's prey go easily

The man takes an injection and fills it up with an orange liquid and injected it into my neck then sinks the IV needle into my arm then puts a plaster to keep it in place before leaving. It burns! Goddess it burns! I'm being burned alive! Hope!!!! help me!!! I sob, it feels like I've pulled myself into a fetal position and laid down while waiting for the fire to engulf and swallow me whole, I peer out at myself once more. My eyes! what's wrong with my eyes, they're as red as blood, my body is shaking like crazy and I'm making deep grunting sounds, my skin is darkening and cracking up, my nails are growing out as long and sharp as claws. What's this? there's someone else in here with me, who

Rayne said to Lucas, her lips puckered. Lucas was surprised. 'I remember sleeping for just a moment. How did the time amount to a year?' He could recall the ten Rank 8 Dark Race beings and other Dark Race creatures; they had surrounded him along with the Apocalyptic Legion. In the end, he drank ten Rage Potions and unleashed the power of the Immemorial Demonic Slash. Subsequently, he passed out cold. It was as though a day had been spent in a different world, and it was equivalent to thousands of years in the real world.

, he said as tears fell from his eyes. something inside of me started to try and fight the darkness it felt as though I was being ripped apart from the inside. I could feel the darkness starting to give in and as soon as it did my body became weak making my head drop low. the evil inside of me went back into hiding, but I knew that if it came out again, then it might completely take over me, and I would be lost forever.

Maybe that was the trade-off for being happy. But fear was irrational. It wasn't something you could choose. For me darkness was two-fold. Not only did it conjure panic, but because of my vertigo, it also made me incredibly uncoordinated. It was like walking when you were plastered. But at least drunks could self-correct. My inner ears were so fucked up I had to crawl down the hallway wall just to take a piss at night. It was fucking terrible.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

And I did not like that fucking shit, not at fucking all. A torrent of anger and resentment came surging back, memories of the past boiling to the surface as I recalled how his actions had propelled me into the abyss of The Darkness. The weight of that bitter history crashed down on me with the force of a freight train, leaving me breathless and reeling. The Darkness within me stirred, its presence growing more insistent as it begged to be unleashed, to claim dominion over my soul. But what sent a chill down my spine was its twisted longing to seek out Raphael and surrender to its darkest impulses in his presence.