Author's Dedication: This story is dedicated to Gingivere the Shadowreave.
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to everyone.
Author's Note: This is set in a modern time line. Also, I hate guys so good that they give you cavities. Many of the favorites of people will be twisted into evil villains. You are warned.
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The Monster Within Chapter 1
The nightmare caught Wei Yan in its silken claws, ripping him apart as it dragged him under its spell. His world exploded with pain. It was almost as though the years melted away so that he lived that night over again.
Pain surged through his nerves, his only companion. It pounded through his very essence leaving him gasping for air in its wake. The torment had neither ceased nor paused for four long nights. In his lucid moments, he wondered how long it would be before insanity took the fragile slices of his mind and scattered them forever beyond his reach.
But he would not give up. He would fight to stay whole as long as he could. More than just his sanity was on the line. The souls of Shu's generals would be twisted into monsters worse than any nightmare if he failed. And then, there was her. She would be his next experiment. Zhuge Liang had promised him that. Failure was not an option.
Tonight was the last night of the ritual that would change him from a simple man into a demon. Soon the pain would end. When it did, he would tell Shu of the madman in their midst. They would exile or kill the unnatural beast and himself. It did not matter though. All that mattered was that his friends would be safe.
In the nightmare, Zhuge Liang's soft laugh filled his ears. "Is that what you believe? That any of them will be safe? There is no light without darkness. As long as any of them draws breath I will always find them and turn them against you."
A cry was ripped from Wei Yan's lips as he bolted upright. Pain lanced through his body, a sharp reminder that this was no simple nightmare.
Sweat slid down his face, blurring his vision. Grabbing the knife off the table, he plunged it into the fleshy part of his arm. The knife rose and fell over and over until his sheets and skin were saturated with the warm blood. He howled his anguish to the night then slumped over without worry. There would be no need to fear the bloodlust while he died.
Author's Note: This is set in a modern time line. Also, I hate guys so good that they give you cavities. Many of the favorites of people will be twisted into evil villains. You are warned.
**
The Monster Within Chapter 1
The nightmare caught Wei Yan in its silken claws, ripping him apart as it dragged him under its spell. His world exploded with pain. It was almost as though the years melted away so that he lived that night over again.
Pain surged through his nerves, his only companion. It pounded through his very essence leaving him gasping for air in its wake. The torment had neither ceased nor paused for four long nights. In his lucid moments, he wondered how long it would be before insanity took the fragile slices of his mind and scattered them forever beyond his reach.
But he would not give up. He would fight to stay whole as long as he could. More than just his sanity was on the line. The souls of Shu's generals would be twisted into monsters worse than any nightmare if he failed. And then, there was her. She would be his next experiment. Zhuge Liang had promised him that. Failure was not an option.
Tonight was the last night of the ritual that would change him from a simple man into a demon. Soon the pain would end. When it did, he would tell Shu of the madman in their midst. They would exile or kill the unnatural beast and himself. It did not matter though. All that mattered was that his friends would be safe.
In the nightmare, Zhuge Liang's soft laugh filled his ears. "Is that what you believe? That any of them will be safe? There is no light without darkness. As long as any of them draws breath I will always find them and turn them against you."
A cry was ripped from Wei Yan's lips as he bolted upright. Pain lanced through his body, a sharp reminder that this was no simple nightmare.
Sweat slid down his face, blurring his vision. Grabbing the knife off the table, he plunged it into the fleshy part of his arm. The knife rose and fell over and over until his sheets and skin were saturated with the warm blood. He howled his anguish to the night then slumped over without worry. There would be no need to fear the bloodlust while he died.