God Of Ruin

Prologue

New beginnings always scared me.

Some say that it's thrilling, exhilarating, almost livening.

But it wasn't, at least for me.

I always found them scary and maddening.

It would start with my hands, they'd shake and the nerves would creep up to my neck, pulsating their way through my skin, erupting goosebumps.

I never talked about it though.

It just...happened.

Like every other daily occurence.

And it happened to me the most. Some would say that I must've been used to this... considering my father's job and the way we had to constantly move.

But it didn't.

It made it worse.

The new people were worse. They'd laugh, in front of me, behind my back and would bully the fuck out of me, even when I was helpless and crying.

I'd always been the victim and my real self plunged deeper into me, not ready to be out, ever.

And so I was always left a weeping mess, a vessel filled with secrets, something to be taunted, humiliated, tormented.

And he was my tormentor.

He was the Bane of my existence and the object of all my emotions.

He stirred in me something I didn't know existed.

He pushed me and I fell.

And I continued falling, until I was in a place nobody could pull me out of.

It was a place I'd never recover from.

It was something I wouldn't, couldn't give up.

I'd wait...even wait forever for the eyes entrapping my soul and knocking my breath out.

The one who heightened my urges and birthed my sensations.

The one who made me feel.

He did it with the purpose of hurting me.

I took it the way I liked.

And soon enough, I had become someone who wanted the pain, the torture and the harshness of the world.

And I wanted it all, especially from him.
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Aria Carter.