DiScLaImEr: All characters in this story are just a figment of my over-active imagination. Any actions, descriptions or words that may tie to ppl in real life is pure coincidence.
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No one can truely understand what it's like to be alone. Totally alone and defenseless in a cruel, unjust and "all-about-me" world. It feels like you have nothing to live for. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to hold on to life for. It tears at your soul like a newly sharpened blade, puncturing every fiber of what's within you. It rips you limb from limb, weakening you, until you have no choice but to give in. To give in to the evil that is there, buried within every one of us. The hate that sits dorment until it feels the time is right, then strikes with a vengeance. A fight that no mortal man could ever win, or even stand a chance against.
I was chosen.
I guess that's how I became what I am right now. A cruel, flint-hearted servant of maleficence who knows nothing but pain and taking orders from those even more apathetic than myself. And yet, I am happy living this way. I guess it's because I have been totally converted. Changed by the gloomy atmosphere around me, and the people that tell me I am home. This is where I belong.
I know, deep inside my near-heartless soul that it was I that was the cause of all the horrible things that succeded that fateful day that I collapsed at the mercy of the evil in the pith of my body. My power...my power is great. I have the ability to make people see into their souls and view the evil within them. The weak usually break down and agree to join me without a fight. But there are few who decide to fight me.
They never win. And though I commend their will to live, I cannot help but envy and loathe the love they bear for life. It always gives me great pleasure to hear their cries of woe and hopelessness before I ruthlessly suck their souls from their body, using their pure hearts to feed the evil within my own. Each heart I devour makes me stronger, evolving my power to higher levels, increasing my ability to repress good and keep myself eternally beautiful. Or at least as beautiful as a cold-blooded killer can get.
But there was one time when I ran into a boy that was to be my next victim. He was a very handsome and vigorous one, who had the will of a million men and the love of life to match. It was then that I did something fobidden amongst my kind:
I fell in love.
It was horrible how the boy had to die. Destined to burn in the fires of a million hells on earth and be drained of his very life force by my master who, with a look that could've sent me to the pits of hell and back, said this was the order of the High Preist, who rules us all with an iron fist. It almost tore me apart to see this, but I could do nothing. I had broken the rules, and for this, both the boy and I had to be punished. Though I would live through mine.
After I had been beaten and recived stigma of my sin, I was forced to finish off the one mortal I had ever come out of my hardened world of agony and darkness for. It was then said that, should I ever fall in love again, the one I love would be turned to just another slave of my master and his disiples of hate. I could never let that happen, so I closed myself off, shutting the door of life forever to myself and once more lowering myself into the shaft of eternal darkness. I was once more transformed into the enchantress of evil, the princess of destruction.
~I dwell within your darkest dreams,
I am evil...
I am Eve~
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No one can truely understand what it's like to be alone. Totally alone and defenseless in a cruel, unjust and "all-about-me" world. It feels like you have nothing to live for. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to hold on to life for. It tears at your soul like a newly sharpened blade, puncturing every fiber of what's within you. It rips you limb from limb, weakening you, until you have no choice but to give in. To give in to the evil that is there, buried within every one of us. The hate that sits dorment until it feels the time is right, then strikes with a vengeance. A fight that no mortal man could ever win, or even stand a chance against.
I was chosen.
I guess that's how I became what I am right now. A cruel, flint-hearted servant of maleficence who knows nothing but pain and taking orders from those even more apathetic than myself. And yet, I am happy living this way. I guess it's because I have been totally converted. Changed by the gloomy atmosphere around me, and the people that tell me I am home. This is where I belong.
I know, deep inside my near-heartless soul that it was I that was the cause of all the horrible things that succeded that fateful day that I collapsed at the mercy of the evil in the pith of my body. My power...my power is great. I have the ability to make people see into their souls and view the evil within them. The weak usually break down and agree to join me without a fight. But there are few who decide to fight me.
They never win. And though I commend their will to live, I cannot help but envy and loathe the love they bear for life. It always gives me great pleasure to hear their cries of woe and hopelessness before I ruthlessly suck their souls from their body, using their pure hearts to feed the evil within my own. Each heart I devour makes me stronger, evolving my power to higher levels, increasing my ability to repress good and keep myself eternally beautiful. Or at least as beautiful as a cold-blooded killer can get.
But there was one time when I ran into a boy that was to be my next victim. He was a very handsome and vigorous one, who had the will of a million men and the love of life to match. It was then that I did something fobidden amongst my kind:
I fell in love.
It was horrible how the boy had to die. Destined to burn in the fires of a million hells on earth and be drained of his very life force by my master who, with a look that could've sent me to the pits of hell and back, said this was the order of the High Preist, who rules us all with an iron fist. It almost tore me apart to see this, but I could do nothing. I had broken the rules, and for this, both the boy and I had to be punished. Though I would live through mine.
After I had been beaten and recived stigma of my sin, I was forced to finish off the one mortal I had ever come out of my hardened world of agony and darkness for. It was then said that, should I ever fall in love again, the one I love would be turned to just another slave of my master and his disiples of hate. I could never let that happen, so I closed myself off, shutting the door of life forever to myself and once more lowering myself into the shaft of eternal darkness. I was once more transformed into the enchantress of evil, the princess of destruction.
~I dwell within your darkest dreams,
I am evil...
I am Eve~