The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 24 Falling Apart (Edited)

Chapter 24 Falling Apart

Oh the things I had done. It struck me then. The way she acted; it was as if she knew. If she really knew, she should’ve have known better than. Look where her ignorance got her. Dead. I hoped she remember this lesson.

I stared coolly at her body, watching as it grew cold. Now what was I supposed to do? I sure as hell wasn’t going to touch her; she was dead. With one last glance, her grey hair was mixing grossly with the redness of the blood and water mixture; I decided that she would stay. If the smell truly got too bad we could move a floor or two down.

Although I had told myself I was done here I couldn’t force myself to leave. It would have been easy too. I would shut the door behind me and it would shut with solid click. Then I would forget all about her. She would be shoved out of my mind; never to be thought about again.

Instead, here I stood watching a dead, stupid, woman lay on the floor. Damien had told me about his first kill; about how easy it was. He told me everything about it; how it had been spontaneous, how it had been a complete stranger.

He also said how he deserved it. That was all he ever talked about; how they deserved it. I didn’t remember though. I didn’t remember what they deserve. Why was it that he got to remember but I didn’t? Grimshaw told me how this lady deserved it as well. That she had wronged me somehow.

But I didn’t remember her, or what she had done, or why Grimshaw wanted her dead. He told me she threw something at me. I remember nothing of it. I thought I remembered when I killed her, but the memory was gone now. Ever since I got here, my past life had slowly started slipping away. Why had he wanted her dead? Maybe he thought it was practice.

I had always wondered just how the hounds destroyed the world. It had been a fascination that I’d asked Damien about all the time when I was younger. Why were the hounds so much more powerful than the angels? Why were they so programmed to kill?

I never got any answers. Not until now anyways.

Light could not exist without darkness but darkness could exist without light. Darkness had always been there, long before light had. Aduro had become with a bang, a sea of immense light in the darkness. Darkness had been losing the war ever since.

Aduro gave light to Earth. And where there was light, darkness followed. But it had to be better, stronger, crueler. So the hound was born. Engineered from the beginning to kill, to destroy, to hate. And then longer they were on earth the stronger they were.

It was a hard lesson learned from the first fight. The hound had used all it’s might to destroy the light. He had nearly succeed too until the last Diluculo Inceptor had pulled the hound’s victory out of his grasp. All of the darkness had felt the stunning blow. The hound had then involved into darkness itself, Obscuritas. From its time on Earth it had learned a lot.

It had the chance to win, the longer it had stayed on Earth the stronger it grew. Obscuritas wouldn’t be able to test the theory for a long while. He had been exiled; he could not go near Earth. Aduro was strong where it concerned Earth.

But light could not exist without Darkness. Life gave Obscuritas the chance he needed. Darkness grew in life to give Obscuritas enough strength to create more hounds. The second hound was born. Grimshaw didn’t talk about her, she was a traitor. When Obscuritas had the strength two more were born and lived on Earth. It would take years for the angels to detect their existence. By then, Obscuritas was sure that the hounds would be unstoppable. But they too failed. One joined Obscuritas and the second one became their lackey. There were other hounds throughout the years, none of them came close though.