A tiny spark is enough to ignite destruction, and on the contrary, a tiny spark is also enough to illuminate the deepest darkness.

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Riven's P.O.V.

"Everyone is might me born neutral, but we all have darkness instilled deeeeep within us.

This universe,.... this universe itself was born out of chaos Riven sweety. If we trace the history of life, the very existence of life was derived from stardust. Stars are created from chaos; thereafter, their essence runs deep in our veins, and no one can deny that fact.

The universe works on the principles of yin and yang. Yin bears the seed of Yang, and Yang bears the seed of Yin. If people were oblivious to the existence of heaven and hell, we would have been living in a mad world with mad souls causing mad consequences; it's not like we aren't.

Evil is good, and good is evil.

Why is the devil considered evil? When in fact he is just doing his job by punishing the tainted souls in hell. Why we fear him? He comes off as evil but he is still doing the good deed by punishing the tainted souls. If he is evil, then so are the people who maintain law and order in our society."

My mother often repeated this to me when I was a kid. Those words, like a ghost, would always lurk inside my head.

"The fact is, people create and manifest their doom through their insecurities. Now, don't they Riven, Honey? Don't you agree?" She would ask me next, and the little me back then couldn't agree more.

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Third-person POV

In the year 1841,
America

The Davenport manor burned to the ground. Its intricate, elegant structure simmered and perished in the blazing fire of death. Taking down hundreds of people with it.

The screams of civilians alleviated Riven's ears as their flesh got devoured by the inferno. Their wails were like music to his ears. He watched in contentment as the whole building got swallowed up in the radiance of fire from a distance. Its brightness choked everything that got in its way.

A crowd gathered around just to watch in fear and amazement as the building burned while the bricks toppled down.

Horrified by the sight of it, a woman, who supposedly seemed to pass by, screamed and tore her way through the crowd to the front of the building.

"No!!! No, no, no......"

"My daughters are inside; someone please help them. Please!!!!!!" She begged people around her; however, their remorse-stricken eyes could do nothing but look at her with pity. A few women consoled her as she kept on begging and screaming.

"Please!! How can you all just stand here? People are dying inside. Do something!!" She kneeled, weeping, on the soot-covered ground and used the support of her palms to hold herself up.

"Sorry to say this, miss. But we can't do anything. Look at the manor; it's finished. I doubt that there are any survivors." A tall, lanky man in a black hood said The hood had overshadowed his face, making it difficult for people to recognise him. In some places, the blaze of the fire did sporadically illuminate his face, but it still didn't help get a better view of his features.

Through the shadows, he gazed into the swelling fire.

The woman pressed her palms harder and dug her nails deep into the dirt. She snapped her head to look at him, feeling furious and aggrieved about what he just said.

Ridiculous," she sneered. Tears rolled down her face. She took a deep breath and wiped away the tears.

"My daughters are still in there. If you people can't, then I will go and save them." Hastily pulling herself up, she rushed straight towards the inferno, and despite people's efforts to stop her, she ripped her way out of their grips. Her eyes stayed glued on the glass window, through which she could see the shaky silhouette of an old man who managed to play the piano unfazed by the whirling unrest around him. Where he played his piano, that place being at the extreme left of the manor, oddly didn't catch fire yet. His bony fingers refused to give up on playing. They effortlessly moved, playing with the keys, a peaceful smile fixed on his puckered face. Even though she found this strange, she didn't give it much thought; all she could afford to think of at the moment was how to save her daughters.

His music was barely audible as the inferno swallowed it too; moreover, the screams of the people had muffled it completely. Even when others couldn't hear it, Riven could. Smoothly, he swayed with the rhythm, feeling every note. In contrast to the scenario, the music was slow. Being the only one who could listen to it, he felt special as it glorified and complimented the mood around him.

The lady rapped on the glass window to draw the old man's attention, but he was so deeply engrossed in his music that nothing could snap him out of it. She kept on banging nonetheless, and the old man remained unfazed. It seemed as if he wanted to spend the remaining last moments of his life playing the piano. Making it his last memory before death.

Feeling hopeless, she finally decided to give up on the old man. Soon after, the entrance of the manor crashed down, making it impossible for anyone to get in and get out. The sight of it broke her.

Finding a stone nearby, she grabbed it and threw it at the window. Looking at the force with which she threw it, it could barely scratch the glass. Not letting it bother her, she found another stone to throw. This time, it's a little heavier than the previous one. Just when she was about to throw it with all she had, the window exploded abruptly, raining pieces of glass all over her. The blow threw her metres away, smacking her hard on the ground and lending her a quick death. Shortly, thick blood oozed out of her head, pooling around as it mingled with the dirt and the broken glass pieces. Her death was quick enough to keep her eyes open; she now stared dead at the hell above her, which seemingly gave the same fate to her daughters as hers.

A smirk crept up on Riven's face as he watched everything from a distance. This was all nothing but entertainment for him. A sight to marvel at while he lay leisurely listening to the music and feeling replenished from the flooding fear that he could sense in the air. Burning bodies fulfilled his breath, which was like a scent to him. It became addicting with every breath he took. The smirk never left his face as he wondered what consequences were going to come knocking at his door after this.

"Exciting..."

"I am so tired of being a slave."

"I guess......"

"It's time to end this misery."

A.N...............

Helloooooo people....aaarrghhhh so finally posted a new story..I really hope no one likes it and I don't finish it beautifully ever hahahahahhaha. And I also hope that this doesn't end up being the one of great stories ever written.

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