The darkness surrounding every part of Damon was deep, darkness was an enemy he'd fought before, he'd fight it hard even if the dark was gonna win but over time, with its constant visit to his life, he'd learn to befriend the darkness, the darkness had taken the form of a friend, an invisible yet visible friend... He no longer fights with it, doesn't chase it away, he just learns to embrace it in his pain. The dark had taken a place in his body, it was a little space before but not anymore, he'd given it a large portion of himself and he has no regret... He doesn't fear the dark again, he'd embrace it and he doesn't care how it would consume him, fighting it didn't help. Damon felt lightweight, his whole body was impassive, and he couldn't feel anything... That's one of the advantages of being one with darkness, the relief from all the pain he used to feel. He doesn't feel any form of emotional or physical misery... He just felt empty. Was he dead? He could not comprehend his ina
It's been two weeks plus ever since he came back to Italy... No, he didn't come back, he was brought back, almost lifeless According to the information or narration given to him by Sia, General Leo had given his men orders to watch him keenly, observe his every movement and report back to him. There were even chips implanted in his clothes to detect his location at any given time and he had no idea about all of these. Of course, had Damon known about the general's plan, he'd have refused it, assuring general Leo that he can take care of himself, he'd been blinded by love that he had no idea that danger lurks around in the very house his beloved wife was. His beloved wife turns out to be a bigger danger to him. The men had followed the men who were asked to bury him alive, he was unconscious and had no idea of what was happening. The men had put him in a sack, dug a shallow grave, dumped him in, and left him to get suffocated and die. After they left, General Leo asked them to assum
Damon paced furiously in his room, his whole body seems to be lit up in flames… Literally, his body is lit up in flames because he's sweating badly despite the cold temperature in the room. The problem wasn't from his external body, it was inside, his inside is boiling and he can't stop it. Sleep had run a marathon away from him, he can't fucking sleep and if by chance the sleep managed to claim him for a few minutes, memories of what had happened to him a few weeks ago would begin to haunt his dreams. A low sigh escaped his mouth and he kicked the table close to him, resulting in the glass of water on it falling and shattering but he didn't give a darn, his entire being is as shattered as that glass and it hurts him that he can't do anything about it. It's been a whole damn month!... Why can't he have a little peace of mind, he just wants to sleep... Just a little sleep, he'd forgotten what it feels to sleep peacefully and he doubts if he'll ever know again. To worsen his situatio
"What happened? If my family was so perfect, what led to our separation? How come I am alone with no one by my side?" The questions rolled off his tongue and General Leo felt his questions slicing his heart and shredding it into pieces.Damon noticed the hesitation in the General, he had no idea what could be going on in the General's mind, he knew something big was bothering him but what could that be? "I'll tell you everything Damon but first, let me tell you a story about three brothers from different mothers, three brothers from the streets of the United States who made it to the top by standing by each other. Each of us has our uniqueness." He began and Damon listened attentively. By mere mentioning of the street, General Leo had captured his attention already. Knowing that his father was from the street too hit a different spot in him, knowing that despite being from the street, he made a happy family but... How did everything got ruined? "Your father was the quiet and brainy
Damon's eyes trail back to the picture again, he has no idea what to think and what not to think. Different thoughts swirl in his mind but he couldn't grasp a single one, all the thoughts seemed to be coming in all at once and hence his inability to grasp or hold onto a single one. His father-in-law was a good friend of his father, not only was he a good friend, he was more like a brother to him.He stared hard at the picture, three powerful men laughing in a picture... What went awry? Damon raised his head from the photo album and stared at General Leo, their eyes locked and one could see that Damon's eyes hold thousands of questions and confusion while that of the general depicts fear and sadness. "What happened? How come you all went separate and where is my family? If truly I had a happy family, what happened to them? How come you're here, all alone? How come you and my father-in-law..." He paused in his endless questions to rephrase the name. Calling him father-in-law seems st
"He was set up, the truth was manipulated and all the blame for what happened was levied on your father. Your father was trapped so badly that there was no way out for him." He added and Damon's body tensed. "How? Who trapped him? I don't understand..." Damon questioned and General Leo sat down again, his heart beating furiously against his ribcage. "Your father was not just different among the brotherhood, he was the promising one. He's honest in his ways and he was the brain in our group. He had a little bit of political intentions but your mother never allowed him to go deep into it because of dangers. Your father can be cunning when he wants but he's mostly cunning to do good for the benefit of those in need. It was your father's dream to see the children on the streets have a good home, education, and food but it was his quest that got him killed because along the line, he made so many enemies as well as friends but he made powerful enemies including his business partners and b
Damon let out a low chuckle and stared at the General, the man he'd loved as a family, he had no idea what he was feeling.Anger?Nope. He's not angry, his feelings are so weird, so complicated... He's feeling so much complication that he doesn't know what he felt. He just felt empty, this emptiness that he doesn't know what would fill. "Why?" Damon asked, his voice a whisper, eyes locked with that of General Leo, he wanted to ask so many questions but that was the only one that came from his mouth, that single word was what came out. Why did he betray his father? How could he do that to him? "Why? What did my father do to you? I just don't understand, General, my father... I mean he was like a brother to you. I don't fucking know him but from the story you just told me, you three were more than brothers." He asked calmly, his eyes focused on the man whose eyes were lowered. All this was just too much for him to take in, the man he'd grown so fond of was responsible for the dea
Damon left the General's room feeling dejected, sorrows piercing every single cell of his body, his mind fogged when nothing but confusion, and anger rushed into him from distinct directions. He's feeling different emotions at the same time and that's driving him insane, he just wants to feel some ease, some sort of solitude no matter how little it might be. It was at this time that he wished the darkness would claim him, it was at this time that he wished not to feel any form of emotion, he just wanted to be engulfed in darkness... Darkness is always the best way to leave one's sorrows for a while and not alcohol. Many people have said that drowning one's sorrows in alcohol is the best way to forget it but it was an entirely different situation for him. When he's in pain, he doesn't wish for a bottle of wine that would mess up with his sense of reasoning, he just wishes for darkness. The darkness creates the best form of solitude for him, the best way to escape his sorrows is to c