The silence caressed his skin like the flat surface of a knife, frightening his soul, scaring him, taking his whole body to a dark room. The silence gnawed at his insides. Hanging in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. It was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in it's nothingness.
From the moment when Hálogi has opened his eyes. He was consumed with intense emotions that that was eating him from the inside. Grievance. Hatred. Disgust. Darkness. Nothing could truly explain what he had felt during those moments. Tears spilled from his eyes as he struggle to breathe. It felt like an insatiable fire that burnt all the air in his body leaving him listless and empty.
❝ Look at you. Utterly weak ❞ That voice.
❝ No ❞
❝ Disgusting. Pathetic. You couldn’t even run away from Tante Margarete ❞
❝ P-Please stop ❞
The nausea swirled unrestrained in his empty stomach. His head swam with half-formed regrets. His heart felt as if his blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. The desolation he felt was all consuming. His mind became an icy wasteland, ice embraced his heart so tightly it almost stopped beating. The haunting voice that echoed his mind- like a locked chest unable to release all the tension from within.
His voice that sounded so weak and vulnerable. Having a one sided conversation with whatever entity that plagued his mind. He didn’t even noticed the dark butterfly fluttering close towards him.
Before it consumed a simple picture in black.
❝ Consumed with everlasting regret and grief. All you wanted was happiness yet... those around you have taken control of your emotions.. by making you experience fear and anger ❞
❝ I am Hawkmoth and I will grant the power for you to take what is rightfully yours. All you have to do is to retrieve the miraculouses ❞
❝ Now what do you say? Do we have ourself a deal? ❞
His mouth was dry as he was broken. Shattered deep inside. All he wanted to do was to experience some happiness..
❝ Come on, Hálogi- accept the nice man’ offer ❞ with the encouragement of that voice. He took in a shaky breath.
❝ Yes, Hawkmoth ❞ and just like the deal was sealed. As he could sense Hawkmoth’ satisfaction.
❝ Very Good, EmotiColour ❞ just like that he was consumed by the dark. As a singular tear dripped down from his cheek. Before he was no more and what was left eight dark figures.
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