Author's Note: "The Darkness Within" is meant to dictate the days of meditation that Dalerak Xyan undergoes as he realigns. This story does contain dark/gothic themes as well as some mature themes such as dealing with depression and loss. This is another trilogy in the "Fractured Light" series where this will take you deep into the progression that would help to give definition to Dalerak's personality and immerse yourself in what happens when your whole world goes dark, shattering like glass. If you are unable to handle depression or loss, please click away. You have been warned.
He was strong, but no one is ever prepared to face with the news of their loved ones' demise. Dalerak was no exception to this fact as even though he would be forced to accept this change, he didn't want to be left alone in the world. His parents were dead for the last thirty-five years and were buried peacefully in the Dread Empire capital, but this only served to add even more emotional strain to his mind.
This Crimson Witch was indeed capable of doing good things, but after hearing of his wife and children being murdered, that last speck of goodness in his heart was extinguished. There only remained darkness in his soul and there was no turning back at this point as he had suffered the greatest tragedy that any parent or significant partner could go through. After their demise, he swore to himself that when he found out who killed them, they would not be long for this world...
No, he wouldn't kill them outright. He'd take his time first and let them die a slow and excruciatingly painful death, letting himself hear the screams of agony and the pleas of his victims even though those said pleas would fall on deaf ears. The dark monster in his core purred as if it was making itself at home within his core that would begin to burn cold and turn as black as the Void he worshipped.
No manner of divinity could save him as if he no longer wished to sleep peacefully in the comforting embrace of Death, but yet he would become such. He would take back the mantle he once let go of and reinsert himself as a formidable battle Sorcerer, turning himself cold as ice and conducting powerful magical current into his spellwork. He'd even make sure the Void Ritualism his parents graciously taught him would be used in such a way that even if he used a ritual, there would only be darkness to consume his core and he even knew that his beliefs were very devout. Just like his parents, he was a devout Zealot of Void Worship but instead of devoting himself to one doctrine of Void Worship, he devoted himself to worshipping all the gods and deities of the Void. He wasn't sure if they were pleased, but the only clear sight in mind for him now was to steel his emotions and cut himself away from the useless emotions.
He knew that he could not cast away his deadly sins, but he was aware that one such deadly sin was reigning dominant alongside another. He felt Wrathful along with his sense of pride-which was a deadly combination for any worshipper of Void Worship-but it felt more natural to him than what he was previously.
All the while, he felt there was more to unlock...
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"Did you believe that you were divine?"
It was never going to be easy dealing with the news of their murder and the dark beast within Dalerak's core stirred as if it was waiting for something. There was a flurry of emotions that flooded Dalerak's mind and even his whole body that were beginning to be hard to distinguish, but he knew somewhere deep down that this was something permanent and couldn't ever be undone, even if he tried to. No magic, sheer amount of willpower, or basically anything that he could do was going to ever be enough to undo the damage done. He went through the five stages of grief like wildfire, but it only served to break him even further than anything he ever went through in the Dread Empire."Did you believe that you were divine?"
He was strong, but no one is ever prepared to face with the news of their loved ones' demise. Dalerak was no exception to this fact as even though he would be forced to accept this change, he didn't want to be left alone in the world. His parents were dead for the last thirty-five years and were buried peacefully in the Dread Empire capital, but this only served to add even more emotional strain to his mind.
This Crimson Witch was indeed capable of doing good things, but after hearing of his wife and children being murdered, that last speck of goodness in his heart was extinguished. There only remained darkness in his soul and there was no turning back at this point as he had suffered the greatest tragedy that any parent or significant partner could go through. After their demise, he swore to himself that when he found out who killed them, they would not be long for this world...
No, he wouldn't kill them outright. He'd take his time first and let them die a slow and excruciatingly painful death, letting himself hear the screams of agony and the pleas of his victims even though those said pleas would fall on deaf ears. The dark monster in his core purred as if it was making itself at home within his core that would begin to burn cold and turn as black as the Void he worshipped.
No manner of divinity could save him as if he no longer wished to sleep peacefully in the comforting embrace of Death, but yet he would become such. He would take back the mantle he once let go of and reinsert himself as a formidable battle Sorcerer, turning himself cold as ice and conducting powerful magical current into his spellwork. He'd even make sure the Void Ritualism his parents graciously taught him would be used in such a way that even if he used a ritual, there would only be darkness to consume his core and he even knew that his beliefs were very devout. Just like his parents, he was a devout Zealot of Void Worship but instead of devoting himself to one doctrine of Void Worship, he devoted himself to worshipping all the gods and deities of the Void. He wasn't sure if they were pleased, but the only clear sight in mind for him now was to steel his emotions and cut himself away from the useless emotions.
He knew that he could not cast away his deadly sins, but he was aware that one such deadly sin was reigning dominant alongside another. He felt Wrathful along with his sense of pride-which was a deadly combination for any worshipper of Void Worship-but it felt more natural to him than what he was previously.
All the while, he felt there was more to unlock...
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