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A life filled with love—even if it was fabricated. Better than the hollow kind she'd known before. Because if none of it was ever real... then why should it matter what was?

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

“We called him Xeroth because we needed a name to shape our fear. But he was never whole. He was only a piece… a scout, you could say. Sent ahead to test the locks on the prison. To whisper into dreams. To see how far we’d fallen.” Dorian took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “Then what’s the real enemy?” Silas’s voice dropped. “We called it the Hollowing. A force that doesn't devour flesh, but meaning. Identity. It turns memory to dust and leaves behind shells wolves who don’t remember why they ever loved. Covens who forget their names. Bloodlines hollowed out from the inside until nothing remains but hunger.” Seraphina felt the cold thread its way up her spine. “And now?” she asked.

"You've got all the bad traits; betrayal, lies, treachery... You name it," "Let me give you a brief definition of who you are; the most dangerous human, an animal in human skin," she paused, her gaze locked on Phoebe's shocked face. "To be frank, you've got the dirtiest mind I've ever seen. Your heart is filthy. You're not just influenced by darkness; you're the darkness itself. You need salvation before it's too late," Rosie's lips curled into a cold smile. "Though I doubt it's already too late for you."

The Hollow's heart wasn't a cave. It was alive. The walls pulsed like veins under skin; black glass split by red cracks that glowed like wounds. The air felt thick, burning my lungs with each breath. Even my fire struggled against it. At the center stood the Warden.

“Yes. That book holds knowledge of shadow-born entities, of spirits that can possess the living. If something has taken Varek, its name, its purpose, and its weakness may be within those pages.” Marek’s face paled. He shook his head, disbelief sharpening into anger. “You would dare open that accursed place again? You know what lies in the Hollow. I’ve seen it, Eloria. I’ve walked beneath its canopy of bones, felt the trees breathe against my skin. The ground itself shifts like it’s alive. Skeletons hang from branches like trophies, their jaws stretched in silent screams. The forest doesn’t welcome intruders — it consumes them. And you would drag us back there?”

“Such a player you are! Don’t give me false hope! I don’t guarantee anything you say might reach me. Your words enter from one ear and get out from the other. I don’t believe you and I don’t trust you either. I was meant to be alone, fighting constantly in darkness. I don’t feel bad about it. I shut down all the emotions that made me hope for a better ending. I already accepted my fate.” I watched in horror as the small orb turned dimmer and the dark part of her face propagated further. She was turning into a Lingering… No, something else. What was it? She was alive and Lingering resulted from the dead. Her face was expressionless. She was hopeless and it was because of me, I started all thi

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

The creator shouted sharply— “Stop listening to it!” The alternate Silas laughed brokenly. “How?” His voice cracked apart. “It’s telling the truth.” The Hollow pulsed eagerly. The darkness flooding into our world thickened instantly. Because despair fed it. Not fear. Not grief. Giving up. The void beside me recoiled painfully. Because it understood this thing better than anyone. The Hollow wasn’t born from pain. It was born from the moment people decided healing was impossible. The marketplace lights died one by one. Cold spread through the streets.