Chapter 6 The Evil Within Novels & Stories

“A man isn’t born evil, the world turns him into one.” Damien bowed, turned around and walked down the stairs. I kept looking at him for several minutes when I realise his words struck where they shouldn’t have. In my heart. I was not sure if he was trying to tell me something, but I could feel he was trying to console me. My hands clenched on my sides. Evil. This word rang with such a ferocious howl in my head that made me turn on my heels and dash towards the very familiar room I was used to.

Richard sat down on Sarah's bed thinking of what next to do when his thumb suddenly pressed the play button on the music box and it started playing. "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!". Richard suddenly dropped the music box he was holding on the ground in fear and he became dumbfounded after listening to the music box and it seems like the whole room is turning upside down in his eyes.

Daniel inhaled sharply and blinked. When he looked again, his reflection was normal. Just him. But the whispers returned, soft and mocking. “Did you really think I’d leave so easily?” A cold shiver ran down his spine. No. It wasn’t over. It was just beginning. Daniel grips the edge of the dresser, heart pounding, as the realization sinks in—the ancient evil isn’t gone. It’s inside him.

A hand that I'm scared will fade into my darkness. I know I'm blocking her but she’s coming through. I just can’t believe she chose to stay so; it has shaken my insides but I know she’ll leave, I know it by heart, just like the child within me deep down knew my mother would never come. Every time I look at her, I see the devil she’ll loathe in the near future. I'm not even happy she stayed, because in her eyes I'm wrong, I'm bad. And she’s choosing the evil over the good, she’s giving up on her morals for me. How is that fair? How is that justice and how is that love?

Her wolf struggles, her teeth elongate, glinting dangerously, while her claws extend, ready to fight. I come out of her nightmare and stumble towards the small, dimly lit bathroom tucked away in the corner of her room. With a violent heave, bile rises from the depths of my churning stomach, escaping my lips in a convulsive expulsion. The vivid, haunting images from her dream relentlessly replay in my mind, their grotesque details etched into the deepest recesses of my consciousness. I don’t consider myself a good person. I’m part demon after all, but even I am shocked by unimaginable depths of evil that now haunt me.

Then softer: “Of House Virel.” --- END OF CHAPTER 62 The Hall of Echoes sealed tighter. And Kael realized something worse than infiltration. This wasn’t someone breaking in. This was something that had already been inside the academy— And had just remembered it was still alive. ---

His voice was calm and holy for everyone else. I looked up at him. This man had corrupted me completely. He had taken my body. I was carrying his child. I was addicted to his touch, his cock, his control. I looked at Father Elias as he preached and he glanced at me with that possessive hunger in his eyes. At that moment I knew the truth. I was lost forever. There was no breaking free. No redemption. I had chosen the darkness he awakened in me. The line between devotion, trust and damnation had completely disappeared.

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

The hymns and prayers, the whispers of desperate souls only fuel the darkness within me. They thought of me as a monster, but in truth, I was simply free. Free from the chains of morality that bound others. Free to be who I truly was. When I looked at these bodies, discarded like broken dolls, I didn't see humans. I see the remnants of my redemption. They said God forgive all, but I didn't seek forgiveness. I seek to be understood, to be seen for what I was- a creature of pure, unrestrained will. Evil. Heartless. Cruel. And whatever my mother believed I was.

DANIEL'S POV I have never truly believed in the existence of the devil. People talk about him as if he is some supernatural being, lurking in the shadows, whispering temptations into people's ears, pushing them toward wrongdoing. They speak of him as though he is an unseen force, a dark entity with horns and a tail, manipulating human desires and leading people astray. But to me, that has always sounded like nothing more than a fairy tale— a story created to comfort weak minds, a convenient excuse that allows people to shift the blame for their own wickedness. It is easier to believe in an external force, a malevolent presence pulling the strings, than to accept the truth: evil is born withi