Romans & histoires Heart Of Darkness Joseph Conrad

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER TWO JOHN PAUL'S POV ....................................................................................... I was still driving with my head running wild, with thoughts and my hands fisting tightly to the steering . I had not realised there was a old woman that i almost hit by the road side. She seemed like a beggar and my heart constricted for her. I quickly came down from my car and saw the impact of the incident, in which she fell on the cold rough floor. I helped her up and held her as if she was my mother.

What a pathetic fool I was. When she fed me the medicine, I failed to push her away in time. Once the liquid hit my stomach, it started to burn, and my consciousness began to fade. … Before everything went to black, I saw that woman spraying disinfecting alcohol on herself, her face covered in disgust. "Get him to Southeast Aldoria and tell them to just keep him barely breathing. They can break him." Once again, I was thrown into a nightmare like a piece of discarded meat. I woke up finding myself tied to a ship's mast. Below the platform, a group of burly men were throwing cash around, bidding over my fate as if I were nothing more than entertainment.

And soon he was fast asleep. Conrad woke up in the early hours of dawn. He was thirsty. He wanted to move but he was kind of strangled. He shut his eyes tight once before opening them. Adjusting to the surroundings he scrunched his nose. Where am i? He thought to himself. Why can’t i move? Another thought. Am i dead already? He was scared at once. His body shivered so bad with the fear he was feeling that it woke up Noah who was sleeping beside him.

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He was so nervous to the point where he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise with anticipation, his human form was his reasonable one, the one that analyzed and planned, away from the animalistic instincts, except the survival one. He understood the dangers of being in that dubious woman’s company, but he also knew that it was his only way out, let alone that the place was special indeed, for even though he was close t the Gods’ lands, the darkness in that place was one of the purest he ever sensed. The darkest shadows are the ones created by the brightest of lights, Joseph’s words returned to the shadow’s lord who found them to be the most accurate at that moment, the darkness beneath

"Lylith, you always said you wanted a private island. But since you can't stand the cold, it has to be drenched in sunshine year-round." "You told me you envied birds—how they could soar freely and see the whole world beneath them. So I bought millions of drones behind her back. Now you can see every corner of the earth from above." "You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me."

At first, it's only a faint whisper like a brush against my ear, but then it becomes louder and stronger until it's screaming, calling me home — the call of the gate. I'm not aware of the smoke and darkness surrounding me and filling the room, because right now, darkness is all I can see as my mind travels toward the call. My mind shifts through the darkness fast, black thick clouds whip past my vision. A faint orange glow is visible in the distance, and the further I go toward the call, the brighter and redder it becomes until I suddenly break through the darkness and see the flames of hell and the burning red gate covered in black soot.

His confession wasn't calculated, it was raw. And for the first time, I saw him—truly saw him—not the arrogant, self-assured businessman or celebrity—but the person underneath it all. But his words didn't erase anything—they didn’t take back the choices he'd made, the damage he'd caused. Finally, I looked away, crossing my arms tightly. "If that’s true...why did you always refuse to tell me the truth behind the contract?" "Because..." He sighed. "I was...afraid." I glanced at him sharply.

She was very aware of my abilities. “What the fuck is the heart of darkness?” Kyran asks. “I can store my heart outside of my body. A trusted friend has safely kept it since I was around 50 and learned I had this ability. When I “die”, I will reform where my heart is being kept.” I explain. “That is why Tiernan did not feel any pain when we saw what happened to you.” Cahir points out. “I may have been killed, but I did not die, well in the normal sense. Unless something happens to the person with my heart, I can never die.” I add.

The darkness pressed in around me. It was cold and tingled my skin. The darkness expanded outward. A figure stood at a distance. So far, it was only vaguely human-shaped. I squinted, but there was no light. I was standing in empty dreamspace, just like I had been when Isabell had called on me. Except this wasn't Isabell, it couldn't be. It didn't feel like her.