The sequel came as easily as the first piece, and I have some idea of how to spin this into a full series. But still, with all the series I have hanging around me, I seriously doubt I’m going to be able to write this into a series. Maybe after I finish all the other series. Or when I’m suddenly struck by inspiration to write the next chapter.

Synopsis: A heart shrouded by darkness. A heart belonging to the darkness. Which is which, and what is what?

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Chapter 2 – I hate you

I hate you. I hate you so much my heart burns when I see the vile sight of you, standing there opposing my lord. I hate you even more than the incestuous beast of a father I had, whom I thought I would hate more than anyone. I am willing do anything, except betraying my master, to destroy you and everything that you allied yourself with.

You whose very presence and actions weakens and causes so much pain to the one I will follow, yet he endures it all. You who occupies all his thoughts and makes him willing to forsake our companionship just to embrace the flimsy image of you in his mind. You who are the very source of pain constantly tormenting him and forcing him on.

How I wish I could get rid of you for good, running my sword into your chest and stopping your heart. How I wish I could cause you to feel the same pain that he feels every day and every night. How I wish I can help relieve him of all this pain, that he will share with me the reason of his fixation on you. How I wish that I could replace you in his heart so that he would not hurt so.

Oh yes, I love him. I love him more than you can even imagine, you who could only harm him. Since the day he rescued me from the man who was supposed to raise me, and taught me how to be strong for myself and the people I care about, I love him. I love him so much I want to make him mine, making him think of me and my love only. I love him so much I am willing to sacrifice myself just to destroy you for everything you have done to him.

But I cannot. For I know how important you are to him. He who cares so much about you, yet cannot and will not show it. He who loves you and tries to change you for your own good. He who did so much for you yet you cannot see it. He who is willing to do much more for you, even if it hurts him, just so you will not suffer or be harmed. He who will easily sacrifice himself if he knows it will save you.

Can you see how much you mean to him? Can you see what you are doing to him? Can you see what he has become? No, you cannot. But why can’t you see? Why won’t you see? Why won’t you leave your selfish goals alone for once and look at the one you call your brother, and see what he has done for you? Why can’t you feel the pain he has enveloped himself within? Why can’t you place him nearer to your heart than your dreams?

You who cannot see his doings, hear his silent screams, and feel his pain, you do not deserve to be called his brother. You do not deserve to be the one he looks at. You do not deserve the feelings he have for you. You do not deserve the things he did for you. You do not deserve the tears he shed from the pain he feels because of you. You do not deserve anything from him at all, you monster.

Yet, no matter how much I hate you, I will have to watch as you push him onwards to the path you chose for him. But one day, you will fall and even if I was not the one who causes it, I will be there to cheer for his release from your grasp. One day, you will feel what he has felt for so long and suffer from the torment. One day, you will not be there to poison his mind and he will be able to smile and chat with us freely.

Until that day, I will wait. I will grind my teeth and bury my fury deep in my heart as I wait. Even as I watch him falter and help him up just to see him go on for you, I will not charge at you on moment’s impulse. Even when all he does is think of you and ignore the rest of us as if we did not exist, I will not seek you out to have your head in a fit of temper. Even if he is completely broken and I have to fix him back pieces by pieces just to find him looking for you, I will not rush off to mutilate you even as my heart broke into tiny shards.

After all my restraints and patiences from resisting the tantalizing desire to wring your neck with my own bare hands, my heartbreaks and tantrums from his repeated refusal to remove you from his mind, my buckets of tears and hoarse throats from breaking down when he lies injured physically and mentally all because of you, my bloodied hands and tainted soul for cutting down every single one of your ally that I meet, I will be there. Oh yes, this is a promise. I will be there.

I will be there on the day of your doom to watch as you and your little party of heroes topple from the high pedestal he has placed you on. I will be there to watch as you lay broken and destroyed as he finally realize that there was more to the world than you. I will be there to see your eyes slowly go blank and your heart cease to beat anymore, sending the last essence of the taint you represent away from the world. I will be there.