Darkness of the Light

Ch. 1 - Erica

A young man stepped into an old abandonned home.  

The young man was dressed in a long black coat that went down to his knees, black dress pants, with a black dress shirt, a black silk tie, and had a mid length katana sheathed in his belt loop. 

The young man also had long black hair with his eyes covered by a small cloth. 

As he made his way through the home, he ran his fingers through the walls, which were stained with enormous patches of blood, with large holes, and scratches on them, thinking about what had happened there once before.

Suddenly out of the darkness, a shadow shot at him, stabbing its long gruesome claw through his chest, splattering blood all over the walls and floor. 

the young man felt the claw through his chest, and invouluntairally released an enormous aura of darkness which blew away the cloth that covered his eyes. 

The young man opened his eyes, showwing a bloody crimson color and swiftly pulled out his katana, and cut the shadow with a release of dark energy that was shot from the blade, and the shadow disappeared. 

The blade itself was also pitch black on every part, and glowwed a dark red, and portruded the scent of the blood that it had bathed in. 

The young man swiftly turned to a corner upstairs, spotting the shadow, and dashed towards it, and stabbed the shadow, which disappeared again. 

The shadow materiallated behind him, and tried to cut him, but the young man dashed behind him and grabbed him with a twisted claw of his own, and pinned the shadow to the ground. 

The shadow then faded away, leaving a small doll behind. 

The young man then picked it up, and started to walk to the exit of the house.

The young man stared at the doll outside of the building, which was out in a large meadow. 

He then raised his hand, summoning a door, and walked through it, stuffing the doll in his pocket.

He then appeared in a large white throne room, with a man, dressed in white sitting in the single chair sixty-three feet away. 

The young man kneeled down and spoke quietly. "I've visited her house, as assigned. All was as it was before accept..." He took the doll from his pocket, and raised it up for the man to see. "There was a Hostile inside which was annihillated, as part of procedure, and left this behind." 

The man on the throne stood up, dashing over to the young man and grabbed his shoulder and picked him up and put him on his feet and spoke in a deep noble voice, but had a slight loose tone in it. "Aphelion you dont have to talk like that you idiot, and nor do you have to kneel down. And do you REALLY need to look so gloomy all the time? i mean REALLY" 

Aphelion glared at the old man with an angry face "SAYS THE OLD FART WHO MADE UP THESE RETARTED RULES, AND WE BOTH KNOW WHITE HURTS MY EYES" 

the 'Old Fart' laughed and picked up the doll and examined it, and placed it back in his hands. "Go and deliver it to her." 

Aphelion nodded and walked outside, pushing the enormous doors, revealing a beautiful white tundra, with continuous snow falling down and seven other houses, which were all alligned in a circle with the castle, accept for the one in the middle. 

He began to walk towards the one in the middle, which was white as the snow itself, and opened the door.

Within the room, there was a large table with two chairs, and a beautiful girl, sitting in the one accross from him, on the other side with her eyes closed.