At first, there was only darkness. A void filled with nothingness that even a blind person couldn't avoid. It was ungraspable, a demonic feeling from within, a feeling of emptiness, a feeling of gloominess; an emotional comatose.
There was a pitch dark shadow waiting to come out, to be seen.
But inside total darkness, even a shadow loses its form.
Unknowingly, the shadow waited for the canvas to be erased and drawn anew. With just a little guidance, the darkness could be chewed on, thrown out, and avoided; thus, changing its direction.
And that guidance came in the form of a blinding light. One that was too bright to be seen, too hot to be felt, and too new to be considered familiar. It burned, burned everywhere, burned everything. The darkness screamed as it was set on fire, its ashes scattering in the wind, looking for a new place to settle.
And then, emerging from the darkness, the shadow was revealed.
It was formless, always changing, and yet, it bled; cut by the thorns, cut until there was nothing but flesh and bones.
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Dear Diary; The Demons Within
FanfictionVegas always felt a little bit peculiar, inhuman. He enjoyed the pain of others; it brought him joy. So when little twink-looking Pete came to live in the house across from him, Vegas couldn't help but sharpen his best tools and plan his next kill...
