Alone in the Darkness(DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

Deceit was alone.

The shadows surrounded him like a shroud of darkness, enveloping him, holding him, swallowing him.

He was numb. He had told himself that he couldn't feel things enough times that the lie had become the truth.

Deceit was the bad guy. The villain. Unreachable. Permanent. Solitary. Powerful. Unflinching.

Alone.

Forsaken.

Invisible(If any of you get this reference you are PURE GOLD).

Lonely.

Unworthy.

He took the razor blade in his gloved, shaking hands and pulled up his sleeve, revealing skin littered with scales and scars.

With a shaky breath, he dragged it across his skin. Then again. Then again. Blood dropped onto the floor. Deceit cut in an attempt to feel something, anything. Even if it was pain. He moved on to the next arm. The good thing about having six arms was that there was more skin to cut.

...who would've thought that the villain was the one who needed saving?

Deceit cut again, the feel of the blade digging into his skin deeper and deeper somehow calming him. This was his coping mechanism. It may not have been healthy, but it worked.

Deceit was skilled at lying. Sometimes he even lied to himself. And didn't bother to find the truth.

He pulled his sleeve down again, not caring about the blood that soaked into his shirt. That was the main reason he wore a capelet, anyway. You deserve it. A tiny voice inside him said. You ruined everything.

Normally Deceit was too skeptical to listen to anything, even if it was a voice in his head, right off the bat. This was not one of those times.

Too much darkness has a way of doing that to a side.

He placed the blade in a drawer. With a snap of his fingers, the blood that had stained the tiled bathroom floor was gone as if it had never been there.

Deceit straightened up, flipped his hat onto his head, and put on a mask, smirking at himself in the mirror.

He was the villain, alright.