My Big Fat Fictional Mistake

Prologue

~ The dark, the dark ~

Gently, my dearest.

Drag me away from the dark.

The night was a black and stormy one, driven by leftover temptation and wicked intent. The trees howled in it, flailing their arms in the wind as if to say, "Please! Have mercy!"

Though they had not committed any wrongs, the wind tore through their branches, tearing them from the roots and engulfing everything in its infinite blackness.

The night was an unstoppable force, with mercy a million miles away. How was the dark to see the truth? It was only carrying out its job, it's malicious job, in search of the one who had forsaken it. Ink dripped from the already shadowed leaves, spreading to infect more, leaving any hope of a light extinguished.

The tempest had arose rapidly, providing the woods with no warning, and the creatures with no shelter. Every tree had been struck, every creature exterminated. It swallowed everything it infected, and worse, it was now coming for him.

He, who had been so smart. He, who had gotten each of his heart's desires. He, who was now as good as dead.

While the storm ripped away the light he needed, it replaced said light with a new one, a dark one.

A fire, burning his deceitful life and deceptive desires to ashes. A fire that forced temptation out of his soul and left him screaming, "Lord please forgive me."

There would be no forgiveness tonight.

He had danced with the devil, and the devil was not so easily inclined.

But no. Neither was he. Perhaps that was why he let the darkness consume him.

Control it. He had thought. Yes. He could control it.

What an easy mistake it was to believe such lies. Control was a fraud, as was power. And yet, he had to cheat to get what he wanted. Sing with frauds, play checkers with thieves. Waltz his entire life away and replace it with an uncoordinated dance.

He could control it.

How lovely that had worked out for him.

Control, my dearest liar, where have you taken me?

To the tempest. To the end. To the finale.

Yes. What a grand finale indeed.

With fear as his conductor and death his final audience.

Now, it was time for the applause.