Perpetual Darkness

Zephyr Crimson, a boy after the murder of his family left crippled and alone in an alleyway, sought the Shadows for his revenge. Raised by them, he moulded the night to be his playground.



His death came by the very existence which raised him. There was no sadness, almost as if he thought it was inevitable.



Why am I still here?.



Revenge? I had mine many years go.



Wish fulfilment? I have none.



Then what?



Am I to journey through this darkness for all eternity?







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