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Darkness.

The extreme darkness started to play its role on him. It began to shake hands with him, trying to connect them as one. 

Making him nothing but feel shady and helpless because of his own body. His own flesh. Trying to lure him, coax him sharply yet gently.

But this gentleness is no joke. Precisely it's far from gentleness. It was painful and was awfully malicious for a person like him.

For a person, who has a heart like him.

A heart, a mind, a pretty pure soul who is broken into far million pieces that were almost impossible to connect.

The broken head of his was spinning in discomfort, clouding with numerous intolerable thoughts and unbearable pain. Both hands on the head to stop himself from screaming hard in between the four well-painted walls.

In the night sky, everything feels like in the favour of darkness. The never-ending storm was helping it, making it more intolerable for him. Seems like it doesn't going to stop till everything in the world sacrifices him to death itself.

They are adamant, so is he.

Determined and deadly serious.

He's not gonna stop till he achieves what he wanted.

However,  he can never win. But as a stubborn personality he was, he struggled through it all, well aware of the fact that he can't succeed.

This pain was outrageous, ridiculously strong with its grab but when the pain finally touched him, it's also pleasure.

He learns to live with it.

Because no one can save him from this misery, he is sure of that. But even in that misery and suffering he still wanted to live. Still wanted to see the new day, the first ray of sunshine.

His ray of sunshine.

He has a reason for that.

A surprising screech, a loud piercing cry broke the piece of glass called silence, as he sat down with a thud when lost his balance on the white marbled floor. Eyes wide in need to see what's happening around him.

"AGGHHH!"

Again a loud wail left his lips in anguish and discomfort.

Shouting of someone calling for help, his name repeating numerous times in the visions, is all he can see and listen to, in his unstable state. The suffering was not new for him, it is the most common feeling thing.

He can endure it. He definitely can.

Yet, he still wanted to stay in that character. But inners were not cooperating, they wanted to break through, trying to pull him back to the pitch darkness where he finds nothing but water.

Full of blue water, under the black sky where he only sinks deep into the massive hole of bitter, unforgettable yet mysterious memories of his past.

Darkness started to consume him like he is a piece of black paper. But that black paper was torn from inside, clearly not in a good state. Which was not a plus point for now.

"You'll can't do this to me!"

His hoarse voice groaned in irritation, clearly so affected by others trying to dominate him.

They are fools, even after knowing that he is superior to all of them until he comes out. Are they not aware of his powers? Are they really that dumb? Maybe they are.

But they can't change that he is the second most powerful in them. The first one was still sleeping. It's not the right time to wake him up, he has time and all the time in this world.

But for now, he is ideal for them. They need to stop talking like a bitch and have to give attention to what he is saying.

"This is not the right time, you goddamn morons!" He screamed at them, now as he saw in the grand mirror that his eyes were changing. Shifting from grey to hazel rapidly.

He cried, but there's not a single drop of tear can be found in his eyes, it's all inside. His insides were crying for help.

He needs to be strong because he is the one who can lead them. They are children, no matter how pathetic they are, they are his family.

The only family after that person.

He thrashed around, trying to grab the near table to find his regular medicines, but it was too late for him to struggle and try to bring himself back. His back arched and meets the marble under him and he collapsed on the floor.

Long ass tattoos were slowly vanishing from their places leaving bright beautiful golden skin with not a single dot of mole on them. And now the darkness was more than half above to eat him up when his eyes landed on the imperial box, Tv.

His icy blue eyes widen in shock at what he just saw.

No! This can't happen!

He needs to come back. They can't come out. And they don't need him for now.

But she needs him.

When the time was not on your side, you can do nothing about it. It was crystal clear that one of them is going to come out. More likely him. And that's exactly what he did not want.

"Just stay inside or she will fucking die. And you don't want her to die, don't you'll?" He thrashes around on the floor.

"It's the fucking last thing on the earth you all will wan— ughhh!"

But no one listened.

When they didn't hear, how can anyone near him hear his voice?

His flickering sleepy eyes didn't leave the television for a second where he saw the person in it moves up towards the terrace leading his heart to stop breathing so he loses his control and fell unconscious on the floor.

Darkness expended his thoughts with sharp nailed wings, trying to crawl all over him to trap him into the wings and so he finally fell into the blue and black ocean again.

But he was afraid.

He was afraid that he will never come back.

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