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Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

“I understand.” “No,” he shook his head. “You have never,” he laughed ruefully. “You have NEVER understood. I’m not sure if it’s because you cannot see through the darkness of us, or whether… whether you are simply so… PURE, and whole and wholesome that the darkness within us doesn’t exist to you, because everything that you look at is lit by your internal light, so you cannot see the shadows, like a torch in the night, where we are all blindfolded and thinking that we can see...”

I could see another silhouette behind, a familiar one; My wrafter, but I didn’t have time to mutter a command. The pain was too overwhelming for my body and conscious to handle, and I was out cold, embraced inside a pool of darkness.

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

The dark moved differently where it was. She had not felt it since the courtroom. The absence of it over the past week had been its own kind of information; she'd known it was still there, still counting, still present in the architecture of her life, but it had been quiet in a way that felt like waiting rather than absence. Now it was here, and it was not quiet, and it was not waiting. "The lesser one has found purchase," it said. No preamble. No build. Just the fact, delivered with the weight of something that considers pleasantries a waste of architecture. "A new vessel. Younger than the last. Hungrier."

I didn’t hesitate. I stepped forward. “Anna—!” But it was too late. Because something inside me Unlocked. Not fully. Not completely. But enough. Energy surged through me Sharp. Bright. Alive. And for the first time I understood. Not everything. Not yet. But enough to know I wasn’t powerless anymore. And as the darkness closed in I raised my hand. And whispered “Stop.”

“Not today. Not ever.” The darkness did not respond. But somewhere in the shadows, something heard.

It is so black that my brain cannot comprehend what it is looking at. I think about my family and what they're doing. I wonder if they're panicking over my disappearance or if they even know that I'm gone at all. This place defies all logic, and when considering time, I've concluded that it doesn't exist here. Nothing really exists here. This place—this darkness is nothing. It reminds me of the blankness of my coma. The only thing that would reflect progression is the size of my belly, but it doesn't grow. Yet, I still feel life inside, and that keeps me going.

I sigh. He gives me a wide smile, one that makes my heart beat faster. "Whoever said darkness is evil did not have the depth of mind to cross the line and go beyond his own limitations. Darkness is much more than a behavioral tendency, it is a world trapped inside a universe itself; where humanity and any other race chooses to hide its most decadent thoughts, needs, and desires... Darkness is only a different way of experiencing things, it is a new veil that can be used to wake up other senses... It is in you, in me, in all of us..."

The darkness pressed in. Thick. Heavy. Alive. Lyla stood motionless, her breath steady despite the wrongness that wrapped around her like unseen chains. The voice inside her head was her own, but not hers echoed through the vast nothingness that surrounded her. "You do not understand what you have become." She clenched her fists, her claws flexing. She did not like being told what she did and did not understand. “I know exactly what I am.” The darkness shuddered.