There are two types of quiet men, The first believe that actions speak louder than words and only speak when they have something worth saying, and the second who are too busy planning something evil to talk. My husband was the latter.
Behind our love was something dark and twisted. Thorn was a ruthless, murderous knight. He and his army would conquer townships in his name. They would pillage and kill anyone who resisted them.
Thorn had no qualms about playing god and taking human life into his own hands.
Soon the evil caught up with him and tormented his soul, but he didn't stop. He was determined to continue on the path he had chosen regardless of the consequences. He didn't want to change because he knew he couldn't. Being a dark corrupt knight was all he had ever known. Underneath it all Thorn was a maniacal, calculating killer, and he accepted this, and so did I.
His soul was black and empty, his heart cold and black, but he was still my husband and I loved him even though he was not a good man.
Thorn hid his torment well and it manifested in his sleep; he'd wake up with a cold sweat and a scream. He never talked to me about what he went through. It was a pain he tried to keep hidden but I saw it in his eyes. I could see the guilt, because deep down, passed the darkness, hate and corruption was kindness. I was shocked and pleased to find it and it was my job to bring out his hidden traits. It was subtle and gradual but Thorn began to show kindness towards me and a few other people he trusted.
Yet it didn't stop him from slaughtering half the town of Newark when his army seized the town. It had becomes his nature, and he couldn't escape from it. He was what he was, a soulless corrupt monster, who I fell in love with, and who fell in love with me. He was my monster and I accepted his flaws and his crimes.
He was evil and so was I, that's why we fit so well. I was evil but lived a life of retribution and simplicity in an attempt for redemption. Thorn was far beyond any form of redemption, the devil danced with his forsaken soul.
We loved each other but we didn't deserve so much happiness after the sins we had committed. We deserved only misery, and misery wrote our memories.
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Night is Falling: Confessions of the Tattooed Witch
ParanormalneAs Darva begins to reveal herself to her new husband, Thorn, the town turns against her and hunt her for her witchcraft. The couple flees, but are caught and Darva is forced to face the torture, and humiliation of a hired mercenary- who is determine...
