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The first enemies, when they come in contact with it are immediately disintegrated. “EXPLOSION!” My body does not exist anymore, it is just dark matter. All the werewolves and vampires are eliminated one by one, but in the distance, I see Frank trying to escape. “Frank! You can’t escape from me!” I take to the sky and start chasing him, the time of his death has come. I envelop Frank, completely, until my eyes lock into his. “You don’t know what you will have to perish...your body will be broken down little by little and your skin eaten by darkness, finally I will be personally who will rip your heart out!”

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

How can he face himself tomorrow if he can’t face this, standing firm in his faith? So he steps into the darkness as always, but instead of being swallowed by the screams he finds himself in his classroom at All Saints. He looks around, gaze sliding over the neatly ordered desks. This isn’t how the dream goes. Something else is supposed to happen. Something . . . “He takes us.”

" He said as he gave out one of those evil vilian laughs. " I trusted you. Not fully but still....I thought you changed. So all your lies about a dark magic which can kill us is also a lie?." A voice said. I don't know who, he is. I think is that....the emperor. Because of the way people kept silent, like if anyone who talks will be beheaded. And his clothes and aura. So much authority. "No, that was true. But inter twisted. I have the dark magic. Surprise." He said and with a blink of an eye he shot a substance, which looks like black shards into Derek's chest near his heart.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

They both kept silent and allow him to calm down, and sob quietly on her laps. " Hey listen, we think May may be in danger and we just wanna know as much as possible about whatever possessed you," Liam said Finally realising where he was in the past fifteen minutes he immediately sat up, embarrassed a bit. " Um... I call him Dark Matter. I don't know who or what he is, and I'm not sure what his motives are but I think he's out to get us." ".What are his weaknesses?" He asked " I don't know for sure but I think... Wait I remember him saying that everything is held by dark matter except light, that's why he reacts to sunlight."

He slumped on the cobblestone, unconscious. “What are you doing?” the Dark Lord cried out. “Now I gotta kill you and replay this exact moment to fix it!” The creature stretched its hand, but Alexander stretched his arms faster. A bright light appeared from his palm. It shot directly at the Dark Lord, hitting the creature straight in the chest. The Dark Lord went still, as a hole suddenly appeared in the center of its cloaked figure. “D–did you just…?” Suddenly, the Dark Lord wailed in pain. At the rim of the hole, the creature started burning. It spread like wildfire to the entire body until there was nothing left of the Dark Lord other than ashes.

For lightning birthed more fire and the bolts that remained danced in unison with the flames that shrouded the Supreme’s figure. Time followed suit, masking each element with its scent and making everything appear slower. The planets closest to the platform felt its sting the most, for Time cruelly robbed them of life, causing these planets to return to an age when there was nothing! And then came darkness. The element which had aided the Supreme in killing so many with effortless ease was the last to make its appearance. And boy did it leave an impression. “Is it getting dark?” Hildegarde was stunned by the influence of the darkness elements. For in this realm belonging to the Watchers, the

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin