(angst)
Onyx walked through the dimly lit streets of Darkwood, the soft glow of the street lamps casting eerie shadows on the cobblestones. The night air was thick with mist, curling around his ankles as he made his way to the old chapel, a place he often went to clear his mind. However, tonight was different. Achelios, the dark force that had recently entered his life, had changed everything.
As he approached the chapel, Onyx's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of mocking laughter. A group of familiar faces emerged from the shadows—old bullies from his past who had never quite let him be. They sneered and jeered, their taunts echoing in the still night.
"Well, well, look who it is," one of them sneered, stepping forward. "The silent freak."
Onyx's fists clenched at his sides, the old anger rising within him. Achelios whispered in the back of his mind, feeding his rage. He tried to push it away, but the dark force's influence was too strong.
"What's the matter, Onyx? Can't handle a little teasing?" another bully mocked, shoving him roughly.
The shove pushed Onyx closer to the edge of control. He could feel Achelios urging him to retaliate, to unleash the darkness within. The bullies surrounded him, their laughter growing louder, more vicious.
Onyx took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it was no use. Achelios's influence was overwhelming. The darkness surged, and before he knew it, he had lashed out. His fists connected with one of the bullies, the force of the blow sending the boy sprawling to the ground.
The others paused, shocked by the sudden violence. Onyx's eyes burned with a dark fire, Achelios's power coursing through him. The bullies backed away, fear replacing their mockery.
"You... you're a monster," one of them stammered, his voice trembling.
Onyx felt a sick satisfaction at the sight of their fear, but it was quickly followed by a wave of guilt and self-loathing. He had always prided himself on being above their cruelty, on not letting their words and actions define him. But now, with Achelios's dark influence, he had become what he despised.
"Leave," Onyx said, his voice low and dangerous. The bullies didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled away, disappearing into the night.
Alone once more, Onyx fell to his knees, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. He hated what Achelios was turning him into, hated the darkness that now tainted his soul. Tears of frustration and despair filled his eyes as he stared at his trembling hands.
"I can't... I can't let this happen," he whispered to himself. But the darkness inside him was strong, and he didn't know if he had the strength to fight it alone.
The night stretched on, the mist thickening around him. Onyx remained kneeling in the shadows, battling the darkness within, determined to find a way to reclaim the light.
