The Darkness InsideMonster, half-breed, I've heard these words before. Always, I'd been the object of ridicule and hatred. Now I finally understand why. I am a monster. A part demon freak destined to destroy. As I raise the cup to my lips, my last words to my friends- no, my family- are, "I'm sorry."As the liquid trickles down my throat, my body starts to burn intensely. I drop the cup and fall to the floor. I shut my eyes and clench my lengthening fangs as the demon inside me takes over.Suddenly, the pain stops and I stand up. In the reflection from a piece of glass, I see my own glowing red eyes and sadistic smile. I am no longer human. I am the soulless monster I was meant to become.
The VesselShadows dance around me like flames as I approach a stone column. I'm in an old temple in the ruins. I don't really know how I got here, though. I just remember waking up beside a grave- my grandmother's grave. I place my hand on the column and immediately stiffen as I feel dark energy flow into my body. I try to pull my hand back but can't. My eyes widen in fear.That was very foolish, Skyler, I hear Night's voice echo in my mind. For some reason, she sounds weak. And that just scares me even more.What is this?? I ask her silently. What's going on?!Then I hear a loud voice, almost like a hiss, speak."Vas, hospes eris; immortale-scriptor,Quod eris, quod maxime contemnunt.Flammeus urit pluviam omnes ad pulverem,Credas animum, ne conteretur.Tempestas veniet, et non cessaveruntOportet exaltari egestas Nox aut omnes consumentur."I glance frantically through the shadows to see who spoke, but the dark flames rise higher and I am enveloped in darkn
The ProphecyThe vessel, you must be- the immortal's host,You shall become that, which you despise most.Fiery rain burns all to dust,Trust your heart, or it shall be crushed.The storm is coming, and cannot be stopped,The curse of the Night must be lifted or all will die.===================================================Vas, hospes eris; immortale-scriptor,Quod eris, quod maxime contemnunt.Flammeus urit pluviam omnes ad pulverem,Credas animum, ne conteretur.Tempestas veniet, et non cessaveruntOportet exaltari egestas Nox aut omnes consumentur.