Darkness Comprehended It Not Novels & Stories

Not forgetting the darkness. But choosing light anyway

I’m sorry. Then the darkness closed in completely.

ASHER Darkness. Advanced, crushing, unrelenting darkness. It was the kind that felt so unbearably heavy that it was almost enough to destroy me. The space was filled with it, and I couldn't see anything except a dim light seeping through the door crack. It took a moment for things to make sense. A door? A door to where? I didn’t know the answer but I was tempted to walk toward the door and open it. I resisted the urge for a moment and then decided to proceed forward.

Hoping words could accomplish what power never could. “I do not understand,” the First Dark finally said. Quieter now. Almost vulnerable. “I have existed since before time. Before thought. Before love. I only know silence. Know peace. Know the perfection of nothing. I cannot comprehend why noise is better. Why is chaos preferable? Why suffering is chosen over my mercy.” And I realised something. The First Dark was not evil. Was not cruel. It was lonely. It was the last piece of the original nothing, watching as everything it knew disappeared into existence. Into noise and light and painful consciousness.

When previously there was cold and darkness, darkness which had a possibility of light of finding something unknown now Blackness enveloped me. Pitch black. Cold, shuddering, chilling Black. It promised to swallow me. It did because I gave myself in. Nothing that I could do. Still, my thought rounded around the fact that; She didn’t come back.

before I could complete my sentence, darkness took over me. ###

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Darkness crashes in. And I feel nothing at all.

Had always believed he would handle it better than most because he understood what it was designed to do and understanding a weapon was the first step to defending against it. He had been wrong about that. Understanding what the darkness was designed to do did not make the darkness less dark. He sat with his back against the stone wall and his knees drawn up and his eyes open or closed it made no difference and he thought about Nyx. He thought about her the way he thought about most things. Carefully. Methodically. Turning her over in his mind like an object he was trying to understand from every angle.