Iridian
Nadia's darkness was evil; choosing the White Bull, the incarnation of everything vile and brutal in this world, it left a stain on her soul that would never come clean.
The Game Master's darkness was the kind that filled the sky when the moon lifted, holding millions of stars within its endless depths. His darkness was the nights where I'd lay awake, staring up at the sky as I wallowed over the monotony of my life.
The moment night exploded from within him, the crowd of people who had come to watch, dropped to one knee. One by one they fell, a hand against their heart. Eyes of emerald, chestnut and cerulean stared up at their King, at darkness and night given form.
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