Markiplier: Once Upon A Time

(Custom) Kyla:Markiplier~~ Heart Wrenching Pain

This chapter is a little longer than I wanted it to be, but I am very proud of my work. Thank you to @xXNekomaruXx for this fantastic suggestion of a chapter, and I am very glad to have made this for you. I hope you all enjoy it, but especially the fabulous human who suggested it. <3

Ok so maybe it's a lot longer than I expected... Roughly 4,700 words. So read this all the way through at once or break it up into a couple sections. 

Also, WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! This chapter blatantly deals with abuse. If you are triggered at all by any violence or mentions of being hurt, kidnapped, raped, etc. please go. I don't want to be responsible for making you sad. This is hard for me to write and has taken a long time because I wanted to play with an idea I had. So please please please proceed with caution. This chapter is extremely heavy and I want to make sure you're all safe and enjoy it. So don't read further if you can't handle it. Don't blame me. I really warned you all. I love you. Enjoy this, ok? It's a good one. 

It was only gut wrenching fear that Kyla felt as she tore through the darkened forest on her motorbike. Darkness was enveloping the road ahead, but she could easily tell this darkness wasn't the night time. In fact, it was around 3:00 in the afternoon as this all took place. 

The darkness that blocked out the sky was by no means clouds. It was the absence of light, darker than the night sky. All light disappeared from the world. Only man-made light was illuminating the globe. It was all over the news. All over the news until the globe's power was cut. At this time, the world had come to the realization that forces other than themselves were upon them. A global apocalypse. 

Some suspected this was nothing but a Biblical act of god--or perhaps even Satan. Some thought maybe it was a supernatural occurrence, one of ghosts, ghouls, or dangerous spirits. Some claimed it was the power of higher ups in their beliefs. Wiccans claimed it was deities. Conspiracy theorists fought over it being the government or aliens. Surprisingly enough, Kyla happened to be the only one who actually knew. And that's exactly why she didn't stop moving. 

As difficult as it was to admit, the religious people were the closest. They thought this was either God or Satan. However it was neither. The global shutdown was due to a single demon who was more dangerous than anyone in the whole universe. Normally, a demon wouldn't be as powerful as The Devil himself. But this demon in particular had a catastrophic advantage. 

You see, the one thing more dangerous than The Devil is a demon with a broken heart. And this demon's heart was more shattered than any man in history. The story for this was simple. 

The demon's name was Darkiplier, the demon copy of a man known to the world as Mark Fischbach, AKA, Markiplier. Demonic forces had always been surging beneath the surface of the Earth. Once in a while, a demon would come to the surface in search of one of two things. 

The first thing they desired from the surface was a vessel, someone they could wear like a suit, harm people in the name of someone else. The second thing was a mate. A human mate the demon would take back to their realm and use until the human was no longer needed. Once the human produced the demon with one or more children, the demon would either kill the human or send them to the surface on a mountain or something so they could die slower. More painfully. 

Occasionally, the demon might form a relatively emotional attachment to their mate. As rare as this was, it did happen occasionally. And that's exactly what happened to poor, unfortunate Kyla. 

She had only been minding her own business the night she met the demon. She was walking home just as the sun set against the huge buildings of the town. When the tall figure approached her, she thought nothing of him. It was only when he grabbed her throat that she realized how dangerous the streets can be. She couldn't scream, the strong hand of the stranger pressing her throat closed.