"Come forth, demon," shouted Light from the beyond, but never was dark a demon, or a monster, for he was weak.
Dark was always overthrown but the being of light, and always begged for mercy.
"I plead for your mercy, Light," he said with horror.
Light looked down to see his burns and scars from her doings; she felt sorry.
"Forgive me, Dark, for what I have done, I can no longer reverse."
"Then why did you come forth, and seek me as the enemy," he said, with mercy and plea.
"You scare the children, and drive away peace and bring forth chaos," she said with a sharp tone.
However, she was mistaken. Dark had no wrong doings, she was apocryphal, and he was candid.
"Light, for I am not the one scaring the children, it's the things that lurk within me that do. My inner demons are lay among this world," he cried. Alluringly, he welcomed her inside, and she accepted.
She took his hand and walked within him.
One, two, three...
And like that, he was gone, encasing himself around light, on a track to suicide, for the greater good.
Only his shadows are present, and for now, we rest...
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Into The Deep.
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