I'll say this: for those of you who are squeamish or repulsed by themes involving pedophilia, turn back. And, no, it is not revolving around the Darkness. It is revolving around other folk. And later themes and topics in this story well be equally as bad as pedophilia if not worse. This is your only warning.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! What a show! What wonderfully, fantastic destruction of the human heart and soul! Such beautiful suffering! The betrayal, the fear! Oh... oh... It was hungry for more! It needed more. More! MORE! The blood alone left It excited. Very, very... excited. Oh, It couldn't hold still. All these little dark joys and sadistic pleasures inside prevented It from holding even a finger still a task so great, not even He could make it so.

It couldn't retrain the giggle from leaping out of Its throat. Her first kill! Her first time! Such a splendid shower of fear and pain! And that man, oh he held a sin of his own. Lust, He knows that sin was very, very common. But it wasn't just the desire to stick his dick in a young cunt, but that of his own killer's!

It broke out into an audible giggle once more, Its upper body heaving as the pet squirmed in her sleep. It was so hilarious! He wanted to fuck his own niece! Oh, and how his little heart of lust felt such betrayal. It couldn't stop laughing at the shear irony of the situation surrounding his demise. Hell, if the pet didn't belong to It, It probably would have let him rape her, before killing them both. But she lucked out on that end. Of course, It was quite merciful.

It abruptly ceased Its laughter, Its golden eyes dulling into a bluish purple. Was It... becoming... soft? Was It growing... weak? Its eyes darkened into a blood red glow, and the shadows surrounding It became endlessly black. Like an abyss, of sorts. It frown deepened, alongside Its eyes. Maybe It should kill the pet? Her soul has blackened enough. There is no reason to let her live, especially since It is now seeking her to claim as vessel. That fucking bitch. It had thought It was delt with a long, long time ago. Maybe a visit is in order?

It stood tall, raising Its left hand to look upon the bloody heart in Its hand. That lust filled heart. Oh, this heart has a big destiny. But not now, not yet. First a little visit the Light in the Darkness. The queen of whores and arrogant slut herself: the Angelus. Oh, It hated It so fucking much. As should be. Light vs Dark. Order vs Chaos. Purity vs Corruption. They are opposites in every since of the word. Only difference was that the Darkness was much, much more clever. But first, a pit stop. The pet needs someone to watch her, but who? It began smiling.

"My pretty little Angel, miss me?" Its voice echoed across the plane of Hell. Hell was Its world, Its realm. Most believe the Devil rules here. No. No such weak fool rules a domain liel Hell. The Devil was merely another lost soul, one of which the Darkness greatly enjoyed torturing. Or It did, until It broke him. Such a boring time hell was without that scream.

The Fallen One was a being of pure light, his bird like wings were vast and covered in emerald green feathers of light. He was immensely sized, at least ten feet in height. His entire body was composed of white light, with the exception of his eyes. Those eyes glowed blue like the sky, with a light second to none. He was the fifth being to ever exist, yet he never acted his age. So amazed everything around him. So curious, so kind and loving. But he was never good with rules. So when He and It warned him of what lurks in the shadows, he did not listen. No, no, no, no, no, no! He thought the Dark wasn't so bad, never feared It. And he was dragged kicking and screaming into Its deepest, darkest depths.

Of course, now the Fallen Angel looked quite a bit different. Gone was his beautiful glow, replaced with a dark purple one. His feathers had become blood red and his eyes abyssal black. An Angel's form represented their emotions, after all. And Satan's was by far the most twisted of the Angels. Well, except one, but she is a little busy. Hell needs breeders, after all.

"N-no mo-more...!" he cried, little flames leaking from those black eyes. It tilted Its head, extending an open hand and taking hold of his chin, "I have need of you... my little Angel."

"Mmmmmmmm, what's the matter? Scared of the dark?" It inquired, watching as the Angelus leaned Its head away from Its claws. Its emerald eyes glared at It. It liked that look, too great pleasure in it, "you should be. Tell me, how does feel to be caged here, oh mighty Light?" Its face contorted in rage, and screamed something in Enochian. Its smile only widened, and back handed the cunt.

"I think you need to learn manners, like a proper bitch. Don't you?" Oh, all of Hell and Heaven could hear Its screams. But not a single being in all of creation and nonexistence dared to intervene. For there is a reason all being fear the darkness...

And that is a wrap! As aways, any comments and criticisms is welcome. I love the interactions!