Servant of the Darkness
a/n: A one-shot.
When all hope is gone, how do you continue? The days were filled with a strange absence, the bizarre feeling of being away from one's own mind. Why bother fighting it any more? The pain caused by resisting ruined any chance of escape. Why bother when all you have left is nothing?
The darkness was always there, right in the back of the mind. Even when given a moment of self-awareness (filled with self-loathing, no way around it) it was always there.
The darkness.
The Darkness.
Gaiaphage.
The power it had... The control over the innocent. Why was there no way around it? Its power wasn't phyisical, and yet it could still beat someone into a bloody pulp. Its power was mental, and stronger than any other. Why should you worry about whether or not someone is stronger than you when you can just reach into their mind and destroy them. Pulling out their deepest, darkest fears, their secret nightmares that have tortured them since childhood. The hidden phobia that never quite left as you grew older.
That was the Darkness. That was its power. So what use was fighting? It was better to just...
Give in.