A dark past
A small chuckle threatened to escape his throat as he coldly regarded the boy, allowing only his dark eyes to show the sadness threatening to overwhelm him.
The irony was almost amusing to him. This child had been part of his decision, a decision he detested himself for, berated his heart and blackened his soul. This child that was the instrument for the Light had indirectly caused him to turn to the Dark.
Now he could objectively view his past and look through the hatred he felt for himself and the crimes he'd committed, he could only shake his head and ponder his decisions, however unchangeable. This boys mother had driven him to the Dark. But how he'd loved her…still loved her even in her death.
She had been something else, someone who stood out like gold on red, a pure essence among the hoards of sheep followers within the world that condemned so easily but forgave rarely. She'd been in his very being from the beginning, brightened his day, lightened his life and illuminated his soul.
And he'd loved her for it, he'd cared for her like no other in his life and then he'd lost her. He'd been scared and he'd shied away, he had tried to protect himself from future hurt but had only made more.
She'd slipped through his fingers like sand through the hourglass and he hadn't fought for her, he hadn't chased after her, he'd allowed her to become only a shadowy memory to him. It had been his fault yet at the time it was so much easier to blame her for where he turned to.
The Dark had seemed so alluring when standing in the suffocating loneliness, emptiness in both surroundings and heart and he'd been power hungry, a need to prove himself burning deeply.
Prove to her that she'd chosen the wrong guy, that they were meant to be together not torn apart as they had been by his own fears. Prove to himself that he wouldn't hurt her if he allowed her into his heart.
The Dark had been forbidden, a black entity that all feared yet were curious over what it truly was and meant to belong to it. Very few actually had the courage to investigate however, to cure that drive to complete the knowledge. He'd been intrigued driven to prove to the world that he was brave, strong, worthy of her…
Then she'd died. The day was as clear as crystal in his mind, replayed at every pausing interval, every second his eyes closed. The mist that swirled the sky, the restlessness of any animal spotted and the dread, the dread weighed heavily as if the very night knew of what was about to occur.
Because of the Dark…
Even before he's heard those feared words that she had been ripped from the earths grasp, he'd seen the error in his beliefs, the wrongness in his actions, the hurt caused because of him and all because he's been left alone in the world, consumed by the power of darkness.
