They were seven.
Seven dark creatures with blurred outlines and dark figures. A floating body, piercing eyes, vague swirls of grayish smoke as a cloak. Long black claws, ready to tear skin and heart, could be guessed at the end of their bewitching arms.
They were both invisible and omnipresent, intoxicating souls and spirits within them, corrupting thoughts and deeds, sucking every spark of life in a bitter whirlwind of nothingness.
Their dancing shadows liked to attack at night, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, sometimes all together.
They swayed slowly in the air, crawled on the ground, slipped along the walls, elusive and evanescent. The rooms were then tinged with an opaque, terrible black, light was shut down and heads were spinning.
Nausea set in, dizziness arose and sobs threatened to burst.
They were there.
You could close your eyes and look inside yourself.
They were here.
wrath - sorrow - depression - helplessness - fear - loneliness - regret
AN: This chapter is a short introduction shared by different stories dealing with the same theme: the 7 Demons.
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Short StoryAn intoxicating, persistent, heady black. A slow but frantic race. Lost. Worried. • Sʜᴏʀᴛ Sᴛᴏʀʏ • Trigger Warning // Physical pain, accident.
