The world had once been part of a universe in itself. An atmosphere of infatuation and an aura of bliss. Families accompanied one another with love, couples travelled together and discovered what was yet to be discovered. Youngsters simply played, in the midst of all the events, oblivious to anything, alert to everything.
However, what was seen as happiness was much distant to those who currently lurk in the shadows. As far away as they seem, they are always around, watching, preying, arising from their shells. As the humans dwindle into their slumber, the demons arise eminently, a glorious fire to their eyes, a wicked sense to their movement. They hunt for the weak, as they watch those who sleep. My friend, those shadows you think you see in the corner of your room, they're all real. For they are spirits.
Spirits of fire. Spirits of the most afflicting pain. They act as poison, a searing, sizzling venom that burns all affection within, until doleful hatred lingers in the nothing that was once a beating heart.
But, these creatures must belong to someone. Who is it they worship night and day, fulfilling all desires, needs and commands?
The Devil. And the Tainted Angel, who stands by his side
However, unlike these spirits, the Devil does not linger in the shadows. He does not seek multiple humans. For he only desires one.
Scarlett Ambrose.
This, my friend, is when a young girl's life becomes demolished completely, by the two malicious creatures, The Devil and the beautifully darkened angel.
And as bad as you think it is, it is probably worse. Because this is Corruption.
"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose.
"Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine."
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In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense?
The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.