He can feel the wind stroking in his hair. Like an ancient headband and its stripping him bald. It wasnt good. It makes him burn to death, sligthly caressing his skin making his skin were peel off from his body. Suddenly his surrounding quickly truning into nothing and only his own reflection the only one staring at him.

"Who are you?" it didnt respond. It didnt even make a slight movement. And so is he. He cant move his fingers, he was stuck in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the dark.

Then he laugh.

Why is he acting like he was afraid. Theres nothing to be afraid of. This is him. He is darkness. So if there is someone who should be afraid of him, it should be the darkness itself. His skin slowly turning black, his eyes were bald red. Bones grew in his back and blood turned into crows wings. Black blood flows in his veins through his heart.

"This is not who you are!"

Shivers run through his spine. A soft yet cold voice whisper in his ear making everything retreat from his body. He was normal, no, he wasnt. He opened his eyes and he can see nothing but darkness.

"Argh!" Punching the reflection of his own in the mid air believing that it will disappear. But it didnt work.

"You cant run away from destiny. This is who you are"

"No!!" He covers his ear, not wanting to hear any of the words from his surrounding.

"Darkness will devour you! Darkness is your fate!" The voice continues and a loud laugh comes after.

"No!"

"This is who you are!"

"NO!!!"