BOOK #2
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Lili Salvatore had become something...empty. Sought and found all in one. The world seemed to begin and end in one pointless place after the dreaded town of Mystic Falls had chewed her up and spit her back out broken and lost...
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"We do terrible thing s for the people we love."
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"Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things."
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"You killed me first."
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"I do not rise from the ashes. I make them."
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THE WORLD was a cruel place.
Filled with creations born from its chaos and unrelenting challenges. Twists and turns spiraling in an infinite repetition of events. The deeper you dug, the darker it got. Monsters so horrific that even the devil wept on her throne at the sight.
She had seen the pain. The savagery of those around her. The evil that the world had created. Had stared it in the eyes and tried to force the sun's rays upon it. And yet she had found that it was impossible.
The darkness had taken her under its shadowy embrace, whispering its soft and tainted words in her ears until she had finally believed them. Had hugged her so tightly that eventually she had learned to love it.
The darkness was her own. She had wielded the shadows like a blade. Carved the void into her heart until she could not pull it out. Such a fierce grasp on her it had that she barely knew where she began and the shadows ended.
She had become the darkness after a time.
And those around her knew it. Had used her like a piece on a chess board. Predicating her every move as they put her exactly where they wanted her. A master with their puppet. No longer did she belong to herself. A mere fraction of self, controlled and manipulated by the people who wished her harm.
You are a weapon, they said.
And weapons do not weep.
- Me
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