Novel & Cerita Darkness Father

(Ryan's POV) I was in total darkness and all I could see was two men writhing together in the distance, one of them my father. I yelled and ran as hard as I could. But no matter what, I couldn't get close to them. "Father!!!" I shouted out to my father but he didn't reply, simply turning his head from his position on the floor and smiling half heartedly at me as the man who sat above him lifted his arm and plunged his claws straight through my fathers chest. Blood spurted out.

“One way or another.” Suddenly, a voice cut through the chaos a voice familiar and cold, sharper than the chill of winter’s breath. “*Not yet.*” From the shadows stepped a new figure. Not human, not entirely monster something older, darker. A man with eyes like frozen embers and a smile that could freeze the sun. “You didn’t think I’d let you finish this so easily, did you?” he said. The crowned version’s eyes narrowed. “Father.” My heart stopped. The shadows behind him stretched and twisted into monstrous shapes ghosts of the past, promises broken, secrets buried deep in Black Hollow’s roots.

“The foster father of your fiancée—the stepfather of Soledad Martin Luther.” I saw shock on Dark’s face at my father’s words, while anger formed in my own mind. “He has returned to come after me and my son. He is the one behind all the tragedies, especially the death of Dave’s mother—while saving the five of you from danger. I’m telling you this, Dark, because of the steps I’m about to take. There’s a possibility your fiancée could be dragged into my plan.” Dad’s words left the five of us in silence.

“No way I'm great, father...” “Not yet, my son,” he smiled, “but you will... and hope that time, you realize the white in your darkness. The white... that will open your eyes to the secret of the neverseen...” His father is slumber, but the bloody-robe man don't know where exactly! This father of him gone... just after he found the white of his darkness, and only after he lost it to the withering place...

I had lost a lot of blood. My head started swimming around and I felt light-headed but I willed myself to stay conscious. "Deliciae, please speak clearly. That can't be right. You never mentioned anything about a baby to me." He was terrified and hurt. It was easy to tell. I wanted to comfort him but I couldn't. I looked behind him and saw his mother staring at me and I thought I saw a small smirk on her face but I couldn't be sure. It could have been a trick of the light or something.

At dusk, my father dragged me into the Shrine of the Moon. Inside, there were no lights. Everything was pitch black. When my eyes finally adjusted, and I saw what stood before me, my entire body went rigid. "No wonder... no wonder no one wanted to bond with me... so this is why..."

He started walking towards the other door, opposite from the one we came from. “Follow me.” he ordered and we didn’t even want to ask where he was taking us. We followed him silently into the darkness. He walked in front of us. Damien. The god of chaos. All the good things and worse, all die with him whenever he put his eyes on them. For some reason I don’t know, although his back was huge and straight, I don’t know but he looked like he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He needed stronger shit than that to defeat a demon born in darkness. His father stepped back. There would be no bloodshed today. No, today he would just...as Ava’s father put it, show everyone who had the bigger dick. Shadow unfurled and took over. His father took further steps back when he looked into the beast’s red eyes. “I told you not to give me ultimatums.” His father’s gaze lowered immediately. “My mate isn't hiding. Go home.”

Binx winds around my feet, and Freya and Pandora each walk in stride with me, giving me the confidence I need to leave the house. It’s funny, really. If there was a demon standing in my driveway, I’d run out there, magical guns blazing. I’d fight tooth and nail, not letting the thought of losing the fight even cross my mind. I’d throw energy balls, slice and dice with my enchanted dagger, and let my familiars loose. But I can’t do that to my father. The damage he’s done is internal, and even if he were dead and gone, I’d still have the nightmares.

"You think blood opens doors? It also summons us." Behind her, a figure stepped from the shadows—Autumn's presumed-dead father, his eyes void-black, corrupted by the Order. "Daughter," he rasped. "I've waited for this."