A/N: This is going to be a very short fanfic and won't last more than five chapters, but tell me what you think so far!

Chapter 1

Pieces of black attracted one another and stitched themselves into a dark mass. It swirled together like mist and overtime more blackness was added to it. The black mist was now large enough and a tiny spark of life was within the darkness. It began to float and blindly move about in the void of deep space.

Where…is this? It's nothing but darkness…

A voice screeched out deep within the mist itself, and was translated so it could understand.

"No! Don't kill him! Please!"

W-What…? Who is there?

Another voice joined in the screaming of the first.

"How could you betray me?! I hope you die!"

What's going on…?

"Why does she have more? I deserve better!"

These thoughts came within the mist, and the vicious voices mixed in with many more until the whole mist's insides were buzzing with noise. They cursed, dripped with venom, and worst of all, they had the same heavy feeling. Each voice spun in the mind of the mist, filling it with bitter feelings. It was nauseating and stuffy, but the darkness was confused and felt heavier with each passing moment. It couldn't describe such a dark emotion.

"Why do you do this to me?! I hate you!"

"I hate you so much!"

"I hate you so-so much that I could…!"

The cries sounded so different, yet they were similar. They repeated a word that seemed sharper than any phrase. It was like every time that word was used, a pang shot through the dark mist.

Hate…? Is this the feeling of hatred?

Hate felt terrible. It was suffocating and bloated the mist's thoughts; eventually new awful sensations were formed. The mist felt hurt one moment, then sad, and the opposite followed afterwards and it felt angry. The mist of hate grew more frustrated and confused, and began to thrash about, shape shifting into a crooked flame. Meanwhile the darkness was having a fit, three gods appeared before it. The mist couldn't see them approaching or anything at all, but it sensed danger. The dark mass flew throughout the void as the three holy beings gave chase. It wasn't fast enough, and soon it felt pain, not the emotional pain from the voices endless cries, but physical. The mist felt itself be cut into pieces and scorched by a burning heat.

Stop! It hurts!

Its pleas were not heard by the unmerciful gods, and they continued to hack away at the darkness. It truly felt what the voices expressed loudly: hate, pain, sorrow, and despair. As the mass dissipated, a fragment tore away. It escaped from the slaughter and traveled aimlessly. The voices stayed within the darkness, and it welcomed them now. It embraced their feelings, sympathizing with them after the trauma it went through. Their harsh feelings molded themselves into the darkness, molded his being, and molded his mind. It became corrupted with its newfound thoughts, but it didn't last long. The darkness was weakened, and had to conserve its energy. The darkness fell into a deep sleep as it hurled towards earth.