There are things you may have heard about me. I even go by many names among the different races. I’m thought to be dark. The lights shut out. Life-blood that flowed in circulation dries up, the throbbing pulse stops, leaving behind a cold, waxy excuse of a body that was once at the pinnacle of happiness. I have now left the lifeless carcass and filled the minds of the onlookers, banging on those few minds that refuse to let me gain entry. Let me in. I am always around. Invisible, but you can be sure I will pay a visit some time.
I can feel the familiar, unmistakable stench of dread permeating. I can see eyes reflecting panic with the realization of what is to come. I revel in it. A battle – A battle that will be fought most valiantly till the end. But wait, I have a battle too. The outcome of the victor is constantly in debate. A war within a war. Debauchery of humanity. Of being human.
Here is Light. My arch enemy. My nemesis. The hope-giver, called by many names by the very races that have named me too. We share a common history. A past we can never forget. A present we fight to conquer. A future where one seeks victory. And hope. Oh, hope. Causing the doubting minds to sway. Darkness or Light. We dwell together.
The carcass remains, soon to be burnt or buried. The soul. The soul is sucked into a whirlpool. No fear. No feeling. Looking down on the shell it recently vacated. No. It is not time yet. There is yet more living to do. Life, live those happy dreams. No. This is not the end. There will never be an end. The soul sinks in. Not into the carcass. Into the minds infiltrated by Death. Resurrection. It is only in the mind. The eyes cannot see. But the heart can feel. The head tells you something. I am the white Light.