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“She wasn’t, err, isn’t that evil. She’s just a sex maniac. Gosh, I don’t know if she is or was at this point.” “At this point, she was, but she will soon be a reality again. As for her sexual habits, that is a common trait of the dark ones. They look upon the body differently. It is not the temple to be worshiped that people of a good persuasion tend to believe. It is a tool to feed the dark side with. Darkness thrives on raw energy. Be it sexual energy, terror, sorrow. As long as it’s to the extreme, it becomes their food. When someone has sex, they emit a mixture of physical, sexual, and emotional energy. It’s a powerful cocktail for the dark ones that they crave. Louella inheren

I added, supporting my claim. "Money is the root of all evil," I quoted one of my father's favorite sayings. "You never know what people will do if they're desperate or just plain greedy . . . just saying." "Shifters would never sell each other out, especially not to hunters," Lucas cited, as if the thought was preposterous. "I'm not suggesting that it has to be a shifter," I defended my theory, standing by what I said. "You guys told me that Lakewell is a mixed-species community. The traitor could very well be human?" "Hm," Lucas hummed, thinking that over.

I had never thought that the lack of a guardian did not exactly mean that they could have been touched by evil at some point, now I understood that in fact the Creator was withdrawing his forces from the earth, he was leaving his children vulnerable, wanting to see if they had learned anything over the millennia. Of course, I did not let myself be fooled by the hope that humanity would learn to deal with itself. Not even the millennia would allow this to happen. Evil, selfishness, lies, were things rooted in each person. All this saw an always the same creation. By nature, we were the worst species occupying the land, and there was no way to change that from one hour to the next. Humans were

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but come on, this isn’t the Middle Ages. It’s the twentieth century. Evil is just a concept. It’s just a way to talk about the values that society has. It’s not a force, or whatever you want to call it, and it’s certainly not justification for setting a man on fire.” “Is evil a concept? A name we use for everything that’s abhorrent in this life? Absolutely,” he said. “But it is also something more. Call it what you like, but surely, you’ve encountered it? Temptation so great you would betray yourself to satisfy it? Desire to take or to do harm for its own sake, or for the sake of the power it gives you over others?

The candles flickered in perfect unison, their flames bending toward Kendall like they were being pulled by invisible strings. I could see my breath misting in the air; the room had grown unnaturally cold. Allison’s hand was still gripping mine, her nails digging into my palm hard enough to leave marks. “Kendall,” Allison said, her voice trembling but defiant. “Why are you doing this? What the hell is this actually about?” Kendall looked up from the leather-bound book, her expression almost serene. “I already told you. This is an initiation. I don’t appreciate being interrupted.”

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

You will need every once of determination you can draw from your reservoir of revenge. Becoming lost in this evil forest is an integral part of this process, and, presumably, you’ll never find your way back.

This chapter is not part of the story so you don’t have to buy it. It is just information on demons from a book I enjoyed very much. Encylopedia of Demons and Demonology by Rosemary Ellen Guiley. Dealing with evil has occupied center stage in human affairs since our earliest times. Destruction, chaos, decay, and the ultimate darkness of death have often overshadowed the presence of goodness and light. Human beings have dealt with evil in three principal ways: by meeting it head on in battle, by warding it off before it strikes, and by trying to avoid it altogether through denial. The how and why of evil have been debated and discussed for centuries in religion, folklore, philosophy, art, lit

I knew she wanted to say more but was trying not to cry. I squeezed her hand, letting her know I was here and things would be okay. She took a sip of her water with her other hand. I loved that she let me touch her. When she calmed down, she looked at me, “I’m okay. It’s just, you talked about it in your letters. Nature versus nurture, right? I don’t think people are born evil, unless there is something wrong with their brains. But they become it. It starts like a dark seed that’s planted inside your soul, and if you let it grow, it takes over. But you never did let it take over.”

I asked, and he chuckled. “Take it as you will, and I will not try convincing you otherwise. Believe me, the last thing that I would want to do is waste my time in doing so. But my one advice to you, and you can take it as a friendly one, and maybe the last one,” he said, and the two of us chuckled. “Do not judge a book by its cover or synopsis. Someone might look to be evil on the outside, and might even be described as so, but it all depends on the story’s outcome. In your theory and world, Valerie is supposed to be the villain. When it comes to your reality, I do believe that she is proving not to be.”