pov: you're giving in to the dark side | a dark playlist 

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pov: at first you felt like a fraud, wanting to be cool and to protect your sensitive nature, but with time you realise more and more that the shell of darkness only hides decay, and now you know that the darkness inside of you was always there.

TIMESTAMPS 0:00-3:29 “It’s a Sin” by Hidden Citizens 3:30-7:12 “Paint it Black” (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens 7:13-11:38 “Crazy” by ADONA feat. Seibold 11:39-14:58 “Take me To Church” by MILCK 14:59-18:28 “Last Goodbye” by The Hot Dams feat. Smokey Jones 18:29-21:49 “Here Come The Monsters” by ADONA 21:50-25:43 “(I Just) Died in Your Arms” by Hidden Citizens 25:45-29:11 “Darkside” by Oshins feat. Hael

If only people had more playlists like yours🖤👀 I love these dark type of songs!

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"Leave what you know behind y/n, join us. Your power with us is far greater." a cursed pirate said. You observed your surroundings, the crew of the cursed pirates infront of you, the sails of the galleon you are on torn, the ship swaying side to side, your crewmates leaving the ship onto the small wooden boats used only for escape and your captain giving you a look only someone in command can: a look telling you to obey their every order. The cursed pirates' ship next to yours, they had evaded. They had seeked you out, and now sought to to turn you to their side. Little do you know you are the only one who can break the curse binding them to sea, the one meaning they lived forever though bound to the sea, they couldn't step on land. "What do you need from me?" you ask, looking the capitan of the cursed pirates in his dark black eyes. "We need you to break our curse." he smiled grimly at you. "With what reward?" you enquire, eyes now fixed on your own captains deep brown ones. "We will avenge your parents." the cursed pirate said. "Don't do this!" your captain cries. You think for a moment. Love or family? Her captain who she loved with or her parents who had perished many years ago in a shipwreck, only after that had she taken that path of piracy. "I accept your offer." You sighed. No matter how much you loved your captain, you loved your parents more. You walk over to your new captain. He takes a gold coin on a chain, along with a knife. The crew of the cursed pirates started singing a sea shanty in the backround. It was a ritual. He slices a cut in your wrist, taking your blood on his fingers. He rubbed it on the coin, then throwing it into a fire, one of the crew had made by smashing a candle lantern. The crew circle around the flames that begin to turn blue, continuing to sing the song. There was a blinding light, you closed your eyes. When you open them, you hear the sound of gunshot. Your love fell to the floor, hit by a bullet, he was dead. Then you see a member of your new crew raise his gun, and shoot another member in the arm. His face lit up as his crewmates reacted in pain, blood poring from his arm. They were human once more! Then as you look over at the dead body of your onece love, realising you chose the wrong path. You chose the wrong side. You had released the evil, allowed it to run to land, no longer bound to sea. The pirates of evil could run free, perhaps find a new way of imortally without the burden of being trapped at sea for all eternity. Then you realised your parents wouldn't be raised from the dead, it was a false bribe...

POV: You feel empty, numb except for this burning rage you feel inside. It makes you daring. Unstoppable. Dark. Now... you conquer the world in business and claim your rightful throne in the world.

"I've missed the girl you were." The voice of your teacher rang out in the empty assembly hall of the palace. What once was a room of life and the future of the kingdom now silently trembled with the after-effects of the power that had rushed out of you. Slowly, you turned to look back at him as bursts of black energy danced around your fingertips. "Many will," what youth had once been in your voice was long gone as you fixed a cold gaze on him, "She was easier to kill." "And how about the people?" He asked as he gestured around the empty hall. "You've destroyed the leaders of this kingdom." Memories of the brief slaughter rose up in your mind as you turned back from him. "There was no other way. They- you don't get it. They were our enemy. They were the ones who have been slowly killing us and-" a shiver raced through you as one of the discarded bodies caught your eye. "There was no other way." The silence that stretched out between you felt as dark and coarse as the desperate action you just took. And then finally, the voice of your teacher- the man who had seen the potential in you, the man who had taught you everything you ever knew to use your power for good, and the man who had become a father to you- belatedly spoke, "Then you have given into the darkness, my child."

POV: Your done fighting. Your done trying. All your life your been pushed around. When you felt to much, when you felt to little, you were never enough. It's time to stop fighting. It's time to stop trying. You're giving up. Your giving in. The darkness surrounds you and you let take hold. You feel powerful. No one will make you feel useless agein.

This is exactly what I wanted as a dark playlist!!!

SO EPIC, I WASN'T EXPECTING SOMETHING LIKE THIS

There she was sitting on the throne and the place that she deserves after goings through everything. Seeing the one she loved the most drifting apart and the greif turing into the darkness where everyone thinks she belong but no one knew she once was someone who used to enjoy every moment of her life and was a bright child. Everyone goes through greif but it's up to you if you want to see the scars and cry or see the scars and tell other that this thing made me powerfull.

I stood still as my hands shake in both anger and pain. My heart still beating fast after running. I can hear their sobs and cries. None of them seems to notice my presence. All of them was mourning beside the lifeless body of my beloved, my life. I can't bear to walk towards his cold body covered in blood that was starting to dry. "You promised to bring him back, step brother." I spoke with my voice almost silent but filled with hatred. They looked at my direction with shock and pity. I don't need their pity. What I need is my love. ALIVE. "Victoria I..." I looked at my step brother who was supposed to be our savior. Tears from his eyes hadn't stopped racing down his cheeks. "Nicholas saved the king, your highness." his general spoke. I couldn't contain the anger I felt. My eyes pierced his soul. I raised my hand towards his direction and imagined myself crushing his heart on the palms of his hand. He started to kneel with his hands on his chest. "Your king was supposed to be the one to save us. He's supposed to be the hero from the prophecy but he can't even save his bestfrien. The love of his step sister's life." I didn't bother hiding the disgust in my voice. "Victoria don't!" Marcus, my step brother tried to stop me but he's too late. Slowly the general dropped lifeless on the floor. I went to my beloved's body and caressed his peaceful face. I couldn't feel his warmth anymore. His skin pale and his lips lost its color. "I gave you the throne even though I was the rightful queen because you swore you'd save us from Vladimir. You claimed to be the hero of the prophecy yet you let your best friend, my love die. He died protecting you. He gave his life for you. You are no hero. You can't even protect yourself. You're weak. You're useless. I am not like you. If you can't end him, I will. Whatever the cost may be." "No! Victoria don't claim the dark magic in your blood. You've reached this far trying to suppress witchcraft." Marcus argued with care in his voice. But his care did nothing but anger me more. "If only I didn't suppressed that power maybe Nicholas would still be alive. If only I didn't deny my claim to the throne maybe I would've saved us without anymore bloodshed." I said. He was about to hold my arm but I teleported with Nicholas' body. We ended at the altar of the highest peak of the castle. As I stared at the moon I can feel the shadow envelope my soul. The ground trembled and the wind blew stronger than before. As I looked at the water in the sacrifice table I saw how darkness invades my eyes. I should've done this a long time ago. Embracing darkness. Accepting bloodlust. Claiming power. And now I know no one can stop me. I'll make them pay one by one. Vladimir, this kingdom and the one who took my love away from me for his safety. I'll come for you last, Marcus. I'll destroy everything and everyone. With destruction of the world is the dectruction of pain.

couldn't be here for the premiere even though I have been so excited for it since the morning, but as always I love everything new you upload I already downloaded this on the app I listen to music on whenever I don't have a network connection your playlists truly helps me during car rides because I like to sit and just listen to music and sometimes read and your music taste and playlists fit these moments I'm so glad I found this channel and thank you for the amazing playlists and work you put into making these ✨😄

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This pov is from my wip. She is a hero who slowly becomes a villain while she seeks the only cure for the one she promised not to love. “Let me tell you something.” Her voice was deeper and something about the way she pronounced the words made me freeze "Whatever it is you think, I thought it first, so you better not play the smart ass with me because you’re going to lose” she straightened her suit and took a step back “ now you’re going to tell me where the antidote is, or I’m going to enter into your mind, again, and start digging and digging until there is nothing left.” The girl on the chair produced a soft noise, she had been trained to resist almost any kind of torture. But not one of these. She was trying to look brave, but the look in her eyes told me that she wasn’t going to hold up for much longer. Still, she summoned all of her resting strength and spat on the floor next to the witch. I saw her smirk “Wrong move" she said. And then she waved her hands and the girl started crying.

I was trying to shine but I became everybody's shadow... So I embrace my darkness. My heart is back and I'm ok with that. If people want to bring me to light I will bring the darkest part of myself with me. No one can make me shine again. With every part of light there is shadow.... I became that shadow... I will follow you... You can ignore me but I will always be there.... Hidden in the the dark... Waiting for an awakening... Anyway embrace yourself, be proud of what you are... Oh by the way what a playlist 😮👌 I'm gonna subscribe immediately... It's a shame that I only discover your channel today.

THIS IS PERFECTION

Good job with this one, and thanks for the prompt! 😉

Oh hey, we dropping off our ramblings? Nill. She could feel it; that was the worst part. The searing, the burning. She was dying, her soul tearing at the seams. This was it, her final annihilation. Moments from the end, so many dreams and promises on her lips. The voice again, alluring uncontained. It promised, pleaded, threatened, and seduced. The choice again, the one, the many, the friendly, and the cruel. In this final moment, existence ending, dreams are all lost. The choice again, that only choice again. The darkness comes in. No, the darkness within. Life's worth of shadows made darkness again. Within, she felt the flames. What once had seared was now made tame. From oblivion, from nothing. The Darkness dragged her. Through the shadow and dirt and dark mad laughter. The flames inviting, the smoke smells of sweet perfume. She could feel its power, her own shadow. That perverse, that twisted, beautiful thing. They wanted this, those bastards and wannabe monsters. Those heckling, violent, cowardly things. She would show them why they should fear the darkness; and why she- would not.

"Investigate anything suspicious, even if it seems ridiculous. Understand?" His master said. He did just that. Now the bodies of the people are scattered around the tunnel like broken dolls. The tight space is filled with the stench of blood, iron and rust. The dagger in his hand feels extra heavy with the layers of red liquid coated on the blade. He wipes the splatters of blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, only making it dirtier. All this feels extremely familiar. He still has it in him, even after more than 2 years, he can still take lives with great proficiency. It used to feel good, because after every kill, he'll get the money he deserved. He wonders why he feels like a piece of shit right now. He turns to his friends, who are cowering in a corner of the tunnel, trembling slightly. Maybe it's because of them. He sighs and slowly walks towards them. "Sorry you had to see that," he says, unusually quiet and regretful. "But if I didn't do anything then we would've been killed." His friend nods quickly, still covering his little sister's eyes. "Y-yeah," he says, voice wobbling. It makes him feel even shittier. "S-so how are we going to take these bodies back to your master?" His friend continues. "How can we carry them?" He looks at the bodies lying on the cement. Most of them are so distorted, but there are a few who are fit enough for his master to examine. "We can take these 3 back," he says, strolling to them and nudging them with his foot. He shouldn't have done that, because now his shoes are dirty. It's okay though, Master can clean them later. "The rest can be thrown into some ditch. We'll spray perfume on it, I don't know. These people were worthless to society anyway, no one will miss them." His friend immediately agrees and takes his sister out the tunnel before helping him put the needed corpses into body bags. They leave the tunnel and make sure that the bags are far from his sister's sight. They take the corpses to his master. She's delighted when she sees them, laughing and ruffling their hair and cooing about how proud she is of them. Then she spots the dried blood splatters on his face and frowns. She grabs a wet towel and affectionately wipes it off, thumbing his cheek and admiring her work. His master might as well be his new mom. She treats him much better than his biological mom anyway. She introduces him to a person that he's never seen before. "She came to me and said that she'll help me as long as I help her back," she explains. "I told that it's fine but she insisted, so you know, I put her to work right away!" She pauses to think for a bit. "Buuuut, with all that blood on your clothes, there should be more than 3 people right? Where are the other bodies?" "I haven't taken care of them yet," he replies respectfully. The fact that his master can talk about something like that so casually is still beyond him, especially since she looks like she would faint at the sight of blood. "Really?" She says, beaming at him. She definitely hid some slyness behind it. "Well then..." she grabs the new person's wrist and brings her in front. "...she can take care of it! You go take a bath. I'll examine the bodies while she can go clean up the bodies, deal?" They all nod respectfully and depart. "Where did you put the bodies?" He hears his master say. He walks down the stairs to eavesdrop at the conversation. "You don't need to know that," he hears the new person say. Master is definitely suspicious. "No no, I want to know. Tell me, where did you put the bodies?" "You would not want to know." His master frowns and steps forward, glowering and brown eyes flashing red. Master barely uses her dominant side, so this is truly a rare sight. "I'm asking you dear, won't you answer me? Where. Are. The. Bodies." He sees the new person gulp. "I...I threw them in the river," she replies, eyes shifting. That was a poor decision. The bodies are bleeding profusely, so putting them in water will make the blood flow to the surface and it will start to smell. Nobody is passive enough to ignore that. The new person should know, Master is not a lenient person. If you aren't close to her and if she doesn't care about you, she can destroy you in seconds. If not by herself, then with using other people. To him, she is the best person in the world, even if she orders him to steal and kill people and do some of the worst things in the world. She is his savior and guardian. But to others, she may be the cruelest villain to ever exist, your worst nightmare. His master clicks her tongue, clearly disappointed. She gestures toward his direction. "Kill her." He does.

PoV: It was an appropriately cold day in Nami's mind. The wind whipped around her, flipping the folds of her clothing, as she stepped out of the limousine a few hundred feet from the cemetary's entrance. "Come back in twenty minutes," she ordered. The family was gathered at the graveside and the prayers were about to be started. The priest looked up from the prayer book, and was almost able to stifle a gasp. The widow's brother half-turned, saw her, and was about to do something that everyone would regret when the widow put her hand on his wrist. Nami continued walking forward and stood at the back of the crowd. The widow gestured for the priest to begin. They were, Nami reflected, the most awkward prayers that she had ever heard. Her lover wasn't worth much, but he was surely worth more than these hesitant, broken sentiments. As the priest finished, Nami stepped forward through the family. "I'm going to say a few words now, Padre." The priest stammered again. Nami ignored him and looked the widow in the eyes. She didn't flinch, and Nami hid a smile. "You all know me, by reputation at least," she said, while casually blocking a strike from the brother of the deceased. "And I am here to pay my respects, not to the corpse in the box, but to his spirit." She looked around at the crowd, feeling their anger and embarrassment wash at her feet. "He wasn't a good man. He was too cowardly to stand up to all of you and he caused immense pain because of it. But he was talented, brilliant, and as beautiful a man as I have ever encountered. If he would have given himself to the craft, instead of holding back for your sakes, he would have conquered the world." She looked at the widow. "You knew what you were doing when you married him. I don't pity you, and I don't envy you the portion of love he reserved only for you. I will honor his memory. Raise his child well, with my blessing, for what that is worth. But know that I will not hold back when the time comes for his training." The widow glared at her, and Nami laughed. "Said my name in the bedroom once too many times? Yes, I will have his child for training, and you know why." Nami held her hand up. "As for the rest of you, I'll take care of you all soon enough." She dodged one or two ill-conceived attacks on the way out. The priest even shook a fist at her back. Nami just laughed as she got in the car, and it pulled away. "What else is on the agenda today," she said, taking her gloves off and laying them beside her on the car seat.

They had ripped away all that made you good, had stripped your soul bare until even you became afraid of what you were capable of. You watch as the body of your great love falls limp against the dais. His eyes lifeless as he stares at you from the ground. The king was dead. You look behind him to the god who sat on the armrest of the throne, his eyes glinting with malicious glee. “Hades,” you ground out as you feel your fingers flex with unreleased power, feeling it nip at your skin. “Astrape,” he purrs as he stands up to take a step toward you, “Long time no see.” “I will kill you for taking him away from me,” you whisper as thunder booms in the sky, “You don’t know what you’ve done.” Hades’s lips pull back into a ferocious grin, “Oh, but I think I do.” You let out a scream as you charge forward, lightning taking form as a sword in your hand. “Zeus, my dear brother, get ready to hand your throne over to a woman!” Hades screams as he laughs psychotically. “I WILL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU GODS FOR TAKING AWAY EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER MADE ME HAPPY!” You scream as lightning crashes in the sky, splitting the air and creating such thunderous sounds that even the ground began to shake. Hades begins to disappear as he manages to dance around your wicked strikes, smiling as he takes in your ethereal, fuming form. “May the gods find peace within because they will be nothing once you’re done with them.” “I will come for you all,” you say, your chest rising and falling angrily, “You’ve made me your villain and you will wish you hadn’t.”

"Blackened Heart" (A villain story.or so we think?) My sword hit the ground with a loud crash, the sound of pure steel hitting the floor. I glare down at my betrothed, lifeless in a pool of crimson blood. "Well dear it seems I'm not the person you thought I was and I am NOT your slave any longer." I say through gritted teeth, still wrapping my mind around what I've just done. "SEIZE HER" the royal guards shriek as I sprint down the long winding corridors, the ones I've memorized since the day I became a prisoner, a slave, to this dreaded kingdom. I slide underneath a large oak table perfectly placed in front of the opened vent I unhinged this morning. The farther I crawl the quieter it becomes, leaving myself with only my corrupted thoughts. As I continue crawling through the maze that is the palace vents, I carefully examine each corner and turn, the ones I perfectly memorized from the 3 gruesome years of being a prisoner here. After what feels like an eternity I see the unreal brightness that is the sunlight, peaking though one of the vents that leads to the palace sanitation plant. I kick it open with precision and jump down onto a large pile of trash. "Cecilia over here!" I stop in my tracks, trying to hold back tears. It's him, It's Noah..the love of my life. After 3 miserable years of being apart besides the occasional coded letters, here we are face to face. I sprint towards him, jumping into his embrace, warm tears now flowing down my face. "I missed you so much Cece". "As have I love." I say out of breath. He grabs my wrist and pulls me into the small cargo carriage, used to transport newly recycled materials to the villages surrounding the castle. "Our kingdom will be thrilled to have you back dear." He says entwining his fingers with mine. I squeeze his hand, staring out the window at the silver, gloomy, castle, letting the rage and pain of 3 miserable years forced to be the phsycotic, obsessive Crowned Prince's betrothed build up. "Mark my words Noah, I will not stop until the dreaded Kingdom of Axothen is burnt to the ground." (I will write the whole story if you guys like it!!)

Again good job!!

super good

This is so GOOD

"He asked for your forgiveness," Satya whispered, colour draining from her face. Behind her she heard her sister shuffling forward. Nihm didn't turn-- didn't want to see the horror-stricken face she would find. Instead she said: "Forgiveness takes two," The throne room began to shift, her shadows retracting back under her own. Their was a cold lump where her heart had been, the weight of it plummeting. "and I decided long ago I wouldn't bother with forgiveness. He got what he deserved," Sheathing back her dagger, Nihm glanced at the assembly of men, still as stone and gaping at her. After all, they witnessed their king's beheading. A man-- one of the braver ones-- stepped forward his hand on the hilt of his sword. "You--" The sound of unsheathing metal echoed throughout the hall, but before he could step forward, Nihm pushed forward her favourite shadow. Behind her it took form twice her size and on all four. A roar shook the pillars and marble floors. The man had his sword drawn and pointed upward, his hands shaking. Courage was useless in face of death, this man would be the example she needed. The bear jumped forward, its snarling ceased when its teeth tore through flesh. Nihm hadn't bothered watching. Instead she stepped forward, mounting one step at a time before lingering in front of the throne. Her fingers fluttered over the carving of it, over the lion head engraved on its back. A grin twisted her lips. She turned, taking in the assembly and sat on her rightful place-- the seat seized from her mother a decade before.

POV: you face your kingdom one last time after becoming the villain, you have betrayed everyone and no one trusts you anymore!

awesome !

The darkness will never leave learn to embrace it into the light and make it your own

Gosh I love these playlists

"with time people change, but with pain people become who they are meant to be"

My adoptive mother..My Martha..Eli's Martha.. She stares at me with her eyes wide. Her wrists bound behind her back, and a gag tied around her head filling her mouth. Muffled screams is all I hear as she shake her head tears falling like rain down her cheeks. Fear fills my body, locking my muscles in place as I slam my jaw shut. I can feel my face paling by the second. I already lost Eli to something out of my control, I can't let his mother die from something I could control. "What do you need from me?" I say as tears line my eyes and slowly start falling whiping my head to look in his direction. He chuckles walking towards me slowly. Disgust makes my stomach flip. Frantically I start looking around for someway for my team to get her to safety without running the risk of her being injured. His Guards line the towers of the building surrounding the town square. The townspeople pushed way back behind barriers to prevent them from getting too close. Bows lying at the ready all focused down on her is all I see along the roofline. Hale and the team are too far away yet to even be close to helping me stop this. I might lose her too.. "what do you want me to do?!" I shout, more tears falling down my face. My powers are fighting me to come out, being driven by my anger and fear. I will do anything to prevent her dying too. I can't lose her. Rozen and Aerith need their grandma, Eli is gone, and I can't be the one to have taken their father and the one to fail at protecting their grandma. I won't be able to handle losing her too. "I need you to turn on your army, and slaughter them all. Your..Captain, what's his name? Hale? I want you to slit his throat right here in front of us. Show us how ruthless you really are, Rilauven." A disgusting grin spreads across his lips, showing off his nasty black and crooked teeth. Martha's head shoots to me and she returns shaking her head at me. Tears stream down her face and she gives me one soft nod. She wants me to take her life instead. Her eyes make contact with me, and she nods her head once more to show me it's what she wants. "What if I refuse? What will you do?" I choke back a sob, before making eye contact with this Reaper. "tsk tsk. I thought you were better than this." He shakes his head and puts a hand over his chest as if I wounded him. "Your Captain, this woman and all your soldiers will be shot on sight. Any survivors will be severely punished, and broken till they learn to never disobey again." Multiple whistles take off from the air as I see a cloud of arrows hit most of the archers lining the walls. Both our heads whip into the direction of the arrows. They're here, They made it. I turn back to my Reaper and he gives me a devilish grin before he runs off the podium and disappears into the crowd of guards surrounding Martha. Immediately they begin marching on me, and I unsheathe both my blades and begin cutting through the horde. Horns blow from the other side of the wall as I see the large town gate fall down. Hale leads the army on their horses into the town, weapons drawn and raised over their heads as he lets out a battle cry before charging. He won't let me lose Martha. He focuses in my direction and begins cutting through the guards surrounding us. A scream pierces the shouts of war around me. I turn my head and a bloodcurdling scream escapes from my mouth. Martha's eyes bulge as blood fills and spills out of her mouth cutting off the sounds of her scream. The gag that was once in her mouth is now draped around her neck where it was cut off. My vision spins, and sweat beads down my forehead. Anger, Fear, Heartbreak, Grief flood my system all at once. I feel my body let out another painful cry as all the windows around us shatter from the force. No. No, She's not gone. It's an illusion. I'm so scared right now, my mind is playing tricks on me. "Riley!" I can barely register its Hale screaming my name over someone laughing. Who is laughing right now? This isn't funny, she just was executed in front of us. Why is someone laughing? Shock breaks across Hales face and he starts shaking me. "Riley! Why are you laughing?! Didn't you love her? Stop Laughing! You're scaring me!" I'm the one laughing? It doesn't sound like me, it sounds like something..broken. I'm..Broken. "I'm--Broken!" I manage between my maniacal giggles and cackles escaping my mouth. "I'm a failure! Of course things would never go in my favor and now the person to always have been there for me, is now dead!!!" I Scream with giggles still trickled through. My body must be glowing as I can see the shine reflecting from Hale's eyes as he lets go of me and steps back. I'm broken. I'm going to make my Reaper just as broken as I am. He's going to feel what this feels like for the rest of his life. I'm going to break him just as bad. I can feel an evil grin spread across my face as I leap onto the podium where he was standing a few moments ago. Fire ignites in my palms as I begin launching fireballs all around me. I'm going to destroy everything in my way. "Oh Reaper! You're going to wish you never touched her." I scream lighting his remaining archers on fire. Stalking in the path he ran away from the podium. "You don't know what you've just unleashed.." I cackle as I chase him down, my vision red with rage.

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I have brought peace freedom justice and security to my new empire

"if I can't make people smile I will make them cry"

the realization of what he has just done falls upon him like a raging river overturning a dam, destroying it completely. he opens his mouth in disbelief, his ears start ringing and his head just won't stop throbbing. a tear rolls down his cheek, but he doesn't even notice; he no longer feels the touch and it seems to him that he is not really there at that moment, but that he is a hologram. and perhaps it would have been better this way, since the trembling he feels in his legs is real and forces him to collapse on himself, like a dry leaf; to fall to her knees, to grip the ground beneath him with her hands, almost as if what she was gripping wasn't the ground, but his body, his throat. hold him so tight, until you want to suffocate, not to have breath. a strangled moan comes out of his mouth, a gasp that contains more than a thousand words in itself. more tears flow down his face, his vision begins to blur and he decides that maybe it's better to just close his eyes - at least he won't see those bloodless, lifeless bodies in front of him. he starts sobbing nonstop, he's scared of himself. and it often happens to him, yes; but never as much as now. he opens his eyes, lifts his hands from the ground and brings them closer to sight: when he looks at them, what he sees is blood. la realizzazione di quello che ha appena fatto gli cade addosso come un fiume in piena che stravolge una diga, distruggendola completamente. apre la bocca per l'incredulità, le orecchie iniziano a fischiargli e la sua testa sembra non voler smettere di pulsare. una lacrima gli rotola giù per la guancia, ma non se ne accorge neanche; non sente più il tatto e gli sembra di non essere davvero lì in quel momento, ma d'essere un ologramma. e forse sarebbe stato meglio così, poiché il tremore che sente nelle gambe invece è reale e lo costringe ad accasciarsi su sé stesso, come una foglia secca; a cadere sulle proprie ginocchia, a stringere il terreno sotto di lui con le mani, quasi come se quello che stesse stringendo non fosse il terreno, ma il suo corpo, la sua gola. stringerlo così forte, fino a desiderare di soffocare, di non avere respiro. dalla sua bocca esce un gemito strozzato, un ansimo che contiene più di mille parole in sé. gli scendono altre lacrime sul volto, la vista gli si inizia ad offuscare e decide che forse è meglio chiudere gli occhi e basta - almeno non vedrà quei corpi esangui, privi di vita, davanti a lui. inizia a singhiozzare ininterrottamente, ha paura di sé stesso. e gli succede spesso, sì; ma mai tanto come ora. apre gli occhi, alza le mani dal terreno e se le avvicina alla vista: quando le guarda, è sangue quello che vede.

Ok here is the obligatory short story with an obligatory slight NSFW warning "I thought you loved me!!!" as the wind starts to billow her hair as she stops on the rain-soaked cliffs that met the ocean. As I stop at my tracks I can remember that night that changed both our lives. ********************************************************************************* "My, darling you look beautiful" as I sit up next to the dame in a long silk dress at the party. Her hair as wavy as the ocean and her eye as blue as a lake which pulls you in. I couldn't have known that a case like this could bring such an attractive woman in front of me, who knew that the mob boss's daughter can look like the total opposite of the monster that is her father. As I slide my glass next to her I can smell her perfume which could have knocked me down to my knees and at that moment with one look she caught my heart. "Hi there," she tells me as she sets her glass down onto the counter. "I'm Michael, what brings you here?" I ask her before asking the barkeep to pour me a few more figures of scotch. Our conversation couldn't have lasted more than fifteen minutes before we started to slow dance on the ball floor. Her hand so gently slide into mine as our feet slowly moved us across the floor, our eyes locked together. I can feel her pull herself closer to me till her chest is pressed against mine and soon enough our dance has slowly become slight sways from side to side as we maintain eye contact her heart racing, but not as fast as mine for her. As we slowly move closer so do our lips and without giving a thought for anyone around us her lips press into mine as her hand travels from my hand to wrap around my neck while mine makes its way around her waist. It's not long before that kiss is in her home as she slowly unlocks the door to her bedroom. We shuffle our way to the bed with all but the moonlight to light the way. Her body pressed against mine as she unstraps what has a two-shot derringer from a leg holster. "What is that for," I ask her once the gun hits the floor she pulls herself into me before she gives the answer "If a man who is the opposite of you gets to me." Before long our lips intertwined again undoing what little we had on left, her hands traveling my body till eventually, she reaches my gun unholstering it and waving it in my face. "And what is this for," she says as she unloads my sidearm with a smile that could fool me for a villain. "That's for when the opposite of me tries to get to you," I say and before long we get tangled into each other again. ********************************************************************************* "How could you have betrayed me!" she yells at me as she stumbled closer to the cliffs. "I never did!" I yelled back at her trying to pierce the sound of the roaring wind around me. I stumble closer to her trying to make my way through the dense fog, my jacket being caught by the wind if it weren't for my body to hold it in place, her dress that I got for her birthday doing the same thing as she looks at me as if I killed he family. "How could you not tell me this whole time that your an undercover cop, WAS ANY OF IT REAL!!!" she yells as tears start to flood out of her lake blue eyes but that only lasted for a second before she jumps from the cliff. I leap and grab her hand before the rocks down below eat her holding on for her life. As her still crying eyes look up at me pulling her up she couldn't help but ask again through her heartbroken voice "Was any of it real?" When I pull her back up and we're both on the ground as the wind, rain, and fog around us rages on her heartbroken eyes look at me with one tear falling from her eye as she asks one more time in a faint voice as I pull her in "Was any of your feelings real?" As she burst into tears again I rest my head against hers and wrap my arms around her "Yes, my love for you was real"

I will one day rule the world. Be my weapons. The greater your ambition is the greater the devil I will become. For I will be unstoppable until I decide otherwise.

Truth is what I stand for...you cannot SEE

I got intro depression after reading the hole series cruel prince , bc I chouldn't belive the Cardan does not exist .

When those who listening this songs with your darkest, deepest thoughts they mind is out of control.its just a comment.....🖤

Thank you🙏🙏

where is the Time stamps?

am i the only one who doesnt feek evil but just like these typa songs

Family issues -i argu and my temper gets the best of me and I shout at my dad he's the worst in the family rest hard to explain the pain I was in 2023 it was forcing my dark side to come out 2024 it is literly coming out there's no family issues it's calmed down am squeaky and excitable but deep down I just wanna run away and my dark side is getting the best of me but I keep calm and hide it

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15.38 song name please :(((

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Whats missing not just a pretty face...

I was reading a book and i felt like its giving dark energy. THIS IS THE MOST PERFECT PLAYLIST

“I’ll become the villain their cruel words painted me to be” ❤️‍🩹🥀