Darkness Retribution

Fear Justified by Doubt

As the moments passed, you could feel the weight of despair lingering in the air. Even with Felix standing before you, the shadows of your experience in the Underworld haunted your thoughts. Though he looked normal, something in his eyes felt distant, almost as if he was partially lost to you.

The dark memories swirled around in your mind, and the feelings of hopelessness began to rise again. You took a step back, your heart racing as you realized the depth of your fear—that perhaps the Felix you loved wasn't really back at all. The darkness within you twisted the truth, distorting your perception.

"Felix..." you said softly, your voice trembling, "are you really here? Are you really you?"

He blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Of course I am! What do you mean?"

You hesitated, feeling a surge of anguish. The shadows in the room seemed to whisper again, fueling your despair. "What if you're not? What if Saitan did something to you? What if you're just... a shadow of the person I love?"

Felix's expression shifted, concern knitting his brow. "I'm still me! Please, just talk to me. I want to help you."

But the fear gripped you, and you felt overwhelmed. In a moment of desperation, you turned toward the sharp object lying on the floor, the darkness whispering promises of release from the pain.

"I can't do this!" you shouted, tears streaming down your face. "I can't live in this nightmare!"

Just as you reached for it, Felix's voice pierced through the haze of despair. "No! Don't! Please!"

His eyes widened in alarm, and he rushed forward, grabbing your wrist. "You're stronger than this! I'm here, and I care about you! You're not alone!"

His grip was firm, but it wasn't just about holding you back; it was filled with a desperate plea that cut through the darkness clouding your mind.

"I won't let you go," he said, desperation lacing his voice. "I can't lose you again!"

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a mixture of fear and relief. His gaze was intense, and for a brief moment, it was like a window into the Felix you knew—the one who would always fight for you.

"Felix, I'm scared," you admitted, your voice breaking. "What if you're not the same? What if this is all just a trick?"

His expression softened, and he pulled you closer. "I promise, I'm here for you, no matter what. If there's a part of me that's different, we'll figure it out together. But please, don't do this."

In that moment, you realized that the darkness might be trying to pull you away from him, but he was fighting to keep you anchored. You could see the fear in his eyes, and it struck you that he was terrified of losing you, just as you were afraid of losing him.

With a shuddering breath, you let the sharp object fall from your hand, clattering to the floor as tears streamed down your face. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your heart heavy. "I just don't want to lose you."

Felix's expression softened, and he held you tightly, warmth radiating from him as he pressed his forehead against yours. "You won't lose me. I'm still here, and I'm fighting for us."

As you embraced him, the shadows in the room began to recede, the whispers fading away. You knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but with Felix by your side—no matter how changed he might be—you felt a flicker of hope.

"Let's face whatever comes next together," you said, determination growing within you. "I won't let fear win."

Felix nodded, his grip on you tightening. "Together, we can take on anything. You're not alone in this fight."

With that promise echoing in your heart, you felt ready to confront whatever darkness lay ahead, knowing that your bond with Felix was worth every battle.