I thought I could resist it. But I was wrong.
It came slowly, cautiously, making its way towards me and enthralling me in its addictive and tight grip.
I held onto a small melted candle of hope at that time; hoping that its light would be enough to guide me out of the surrounding darkness, enough to save me. But it was only a matter of time before the light that I thought to be blinding, would itself succumb to the hand of the black.
I closed my eyes; the light slowly faded away, taking with it whatever warmth was left. When I opened my eyes again, I could only see the eternal abyss around myself, seemingly going on forever. It wasn’t blinding and it wasn’t warm either.
At the time I thought there might have been a way to turn around and return to the light that once used to accompany me; but as time passed everything became crystal clear.
It wasn’t the darkness that had trapped me in its claws. It was my real self that had decided to wake from its slumber.
It is a path I must follow endlessly, hating the self that eternally pursues and confronts me.
“You finally realize it, don’t you?” my other self’s voice whispered into my ears.
“Y-y-yeah,” I replied; my whole body trembled, my voice breaking. I wished that he wouldn’t say it. I wanted to avoid those words and resist living that way of life.
My demons that I didn’t want to succumb to.
“There’s no going back now,” the other spoke. “No matter what you do, there’s no escaping this path. The path of Darkness is your way of life. It’s time to embrace who you really are.”
That was the day when I bowed down to the darkness in me, the day when it all began.
“The world is too bright. So let’s destroy it together.”
The name of the boy was Daxus Fauk. And on that day he became what the world would know as the 12 demons of darkness.
It was just the beginning. Beginning of a new era.
Birth of the first Child of Darkness: