Rita hadn’t said much on
the ride back to the city. Even now,
sitting in her hotel room, her mind hadn’t fully wrapped itself around what she
had experienced. Sure, she had been able
to fill the others in on what Ujin had told her, explaining the Dark and Light
Scribes, the Nameless.
To them it was all just
interesting information. It was
something to add to a database.
To her, it was her
history.
There was darkness in her
bloodline. It was something wicked. She had no idea if it had passed down to her,
but she had seen it in her father, a father she had never thought existed. She
was the child of violence, the daughter of a psychotic madman who had sold his
body, and her body, to a cause that only wanted destruction, and pain.
She stood up, looking in
the mirror. She wondered if she looked
like her father, you know, back when he still had a face. When she had seen him, he was all just shapes
and twisting muscles and tendons. Even
though his form was human, he hardly looked it.
She closed her eyes.
There was something
inside of her. It wasn’t something
physical, but a feeling, a connection.
It had always been there, she guessed, but for the first time she knew
what it was. She was connected to that
same darkness that had drawn her father into the abyss.
Unlike her father, she
would refuse to let it control her. No,
she would control it. She could, she
knew she could. It would be a struggle,
but she had faced plenty of struggles in her life, and she had always overcome
them. She could do this. She knew she could.
She hoped she could.
Oh dear God, did she
hope.
To Be Continued...
To Be Continued...
(End of Daughter of
Darkness)
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