Not everything dark is evil...

Have you ever been afraid of the dark? Why? Not sure? I'll explain. Humans are usually in a state of knowing. they have a perspective at what's going on. But when something comes along and they can't tell what's happening, they are afraid. At what they are missing, not seeing, or simply, what's inside.


Allow me to enlighten you on the subject. The gods. Olympus. None of these words have anything to do with you, right? Wrong. It dates back to when humans where a mere thought. Our thought. The Gods of Olympus, are real. We live in Greece, and the fact that our very existence means the world to you, we are a great deal.


And on that note. I will begin.

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" Chink!" The sound of a rock striking metal bounce throughout the cave.

Hi. My name is Darkarius. I am God. I have long black hair that falls over my deep red eyes. My hair looks like a mess, just a little greasy from the time i spent down here. I woke up in a full set of clothes that consisted of a black hoodie, a dark red tee that matched my eyes, and some blue jeans. Not skinny jeans. Blue jeans. I also have to admit I love them. They are tough, durable, and who am I kidding?! They are comfy!


"Chink!"

"I don't see why you bother. We've been at it for years."

"Give up!"

"Weak..."

I turned to see the twisted faces of one hundred demons and monsters.the hate. The anger. The depth of all cruelty these things could muster.

How cute. They think they can win.

" Then come here and kill me." I replied.

"We'll kill you!!! We will hang your cold, miserable, ev-" the demon who was speaking was cut of by me holding up my hand. Every one of them took by his example.

As calmly and as quietly as posibly, I reached into my pant's pockets to retrieve my knife. I flicked the handle open with one sudden move. I stared at the blade. That black blade. Shifting my eyes down, I ogled at the split between the handles. As a matter of fact, I was holding a solid black balisong.

I unlocked it again and swiftly flicked the back of the blade and the bite handle over my hand. When it bounce up I spun it on its quick decent so the bite and blade hung loosely towards the floor. Placing my index between the safe handle and the blade and my thumb on the bite, I spun it and caught it over my fingers.

Blade down.

I watched as my hands did my work. So graceful. So quick. I sprang to my feet. Someone was dying, and I didn't care who. I charged at the leader, with nothing but intent to kill.

He was big, tall, and buff. His armor fit his large frame well. The shiny bronze was noticeable against the dark and shady walls. His orange hands were tightly gripping the handle of the large war axe strapped on his back. His face was orange like the rest of his skin, but contorted with fear. He knew this was coming, so I slowed enough for him to be ready. An easy fight is a boring fight... That, and this was my only form of entertainment.

He made the first move. Ripping the straps, he tore the axe from his back and swung it towards me. I ducked the attack and ran past him. Stopping abruptly, I turned and dug my knife deep in his back. I waited for a moment to see if I finished early. But much to my surprise there was still a pulse beating through the handle.

Oh...

I missed...

He let out a yell and and proceeded to shake, twist, and turn until I eventually fell off. He turned to face me lying on the floor. Raising his axe, hate filling those cruel, twisted eyes.

He dropped the axe like a mighty pendulum towards my body. Smirking, I rolled to the left as it pounded the ground. I swiftly made my way onto my feet. No way was I loosing.

I then started running from the beast and calculating what I did wrong. Then I saw it the next time he swung. The knife, still planted firmly in his back, was a little high on his shoulder! I then made a plan to deliver the kill.

I began to sprint again and he lifted up his axe again. I ducked like I was going under him, but quickly launched myself up as a whisking blade past me. At the peak of my dive I Positioned myself so I could hit my target. No way was I going to leave him alive. He dies now.

I past his shoulder and grabbed my knife. Time seemed to slow, and I knew I was running on instinct. The point started to join on my travel. The blade made its way through the monsters bones, but I heard everything. The skin. The arteries. The veins. The nerves and the muscles, but I paid no mind. I was listening for the one sound that inferred it was dead.

Then I heard it. The pop of his cruel heart. Kicking of his back, I made my way to the rocks I had been sitting on. When I got to my seat, I sprawled out across the stones and closed my knife. The rest of evils servants watched in terror as the bulk of a once very alive being crumpled into a heaping mass of blood and flesh.

I smiling at the horrified crowd, I got up and walked to the silver doors of the cave. And so, I started to slam a small boulder against the doors. I didn't expect anything to happen, and I bet you can tell I was surprised when there was a large lock opening and the screeching of metal and a wisp of light show through the cracks of the entrance.