Being thrown to the wolves is a death sentence.
Adalia knows that all too well, since she witnessed her own father being slaughtered in that same unmerciful way.
Living life as a meek slave in a kingdom full of royals, Adalia has no rights and is tr...
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Fear sang its melancholic song in her ears, whispering dark tales and spinning intricate lies that matched the beauty of an ornate spider's web.
Sometimes, lies were attractive, tempting sins that are disguised in radiance and dipped in honey.
Lies, deceit, and other insidious deeds appear like a magnificent goddess on the outside.
Sweet to the tongue and appealing to the eye, she traps many lives. She is a master at dressing herself in robes of grandeur beauty that exalt her presence. She wraps herself in silk and bats her gorgeous eyes of innocence. Her appearance screams purity and her promises of delight are many.
With nothing more than a single look, she drags lives to their graves. With nothing more than a whisper, she brings lives to ruin. She willingly defiles the world like a lustful whore and finds pleasure in crippling families.
Because on the inside, she's not a goddess. She's neither pure nor is she beautiful. Once her mask is peeled from her features, she's a dark essence. Her true form is revealed when it is much too late.
Her victims are past the point of return or long dead by the time they realize the mistake they've made.
Sometimes, the most beautiful, alluring things of this earth are predators. They flow forth in all of their radiance, all of their grace, flaunting their riches and promising jewels. But behind closed doors, when nobody is looking, they are prowling around in the dark, seeking lives to ruin and souls to devour.
That's why many fall.
That's why many lose the battle between good and evil within themselves.
What belongs to the dark is oftentimes more attractive. It may seem more beneficial, easier to adopt into one's heart. Compromising is easy to do when whispers of doubt and lies weave their way into one's ear.
"Just this one time can't hurt."
"Nobody will know."
"It isn't going to harm anyone."
Human nature is naturally selfish, naturally tending to their own needs first before any other.
Maybe that's why it's so easy to fall.
The easier road brings nothing but destruction in the end, yet people continue to blindly follow one another like sheep. Why? Because being selfish is so much easier than having to worry about someone else's needs. Because being courteous to people is too much of a hassle, showing love to even those that one doesn't favor is too much of a bother.
Putting effort into every action, every thought, is simply too much work. So they seek out the wrong path and serve laziness like it is some sort of god. They wear the baggage of struggle and darkness is written above their brow. Slowly, the dark ink melts, dripping into their eyes, blinding them and coloring them black.
