It is coming. The Shadow Being, Beast of Evil, Spawn of Darkness. It has no form but hate, no purpose but death. It comes with the dark, with the night. It comes to me and I am afraid. It mocks me and I am ashamed. It brings chaos, psychosis. I do not wish It here any longer, but I am lost without It. It is coming.
Every moment that goes by, every degree of the setting sun, It gets closer. Why has It chosen me? Of all creatures in this world, why has It come to me? I can offer It nothing, yet still It comes. I beg It to leave, to return to Unknown Shadows, to leave me in peace. Yet still It comes.
There is no where to go, no where to hide from It. It will always find me. It has claimed me, and will not release me. It seeks my mind and holds my soul. It will not let me go.
It is dark now. I wait in the Shadows. What is the point in running? It will still find me, and then It will be angry. I do not want It angry, who knows the havoc it could wreak. Why won’t It let me be?
And You. Why are You still here? You must flee this place! It will take You, too, for Its gruesome acts. It will kill You. Can You not feel the Shadows move? The night itself is trembling. This is an Evil that should have never been. And It is coming.
It is silent in Its movement, yet Its presence is as loud as thunder to me. Please! Make It stop! Can You make It stop? I have tried and cannot. Give rest to this tortured soul! Give me peace! I beg of You, stop the Beast!
You cannot, can You? No one can stop this Evil, the Shadow of the Pit. It is too powerful. So I wait each night in fear, for It is coming. Can You not feel It?
Why have You not gone yet! Flee this place! Flee! Flee, I tell You! You must… But no… It is too late. You have stayed too long. The Shade of Death is now upon You. Why do You fight It? You cannot escape now. You can never escape. You are the Beast’s. You scream in pain? In fear? It likes You. It’s decided to keep You. You belong to the Shadows, now. Welcome to my World. From here, never shall You leave. No escape, no end.
When will It be over? When will I be free? Help me, please! Someone, help me. Help… me… It’s… It’s… Here…
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