What is fear?
What makes you cry in the morning?
What keeps you up at night?
What are you?
"Death. Myself. Pain. Nobody."
Why did you come here?
How much courage do you have?
Are you willing to die?
"Eternal life. I don't know yet. No."
A light is lit in a room of light, a man walks down a long hallway speaking to a boy, but the boy can't seem to hear him, even though he's within range.
The man walks closer and closer to the boy until they're face to face, but the boy cannot hear. The boy isn't deaf, just simply unable to understand the man.
Shouting in the brightly lit room, the man's cries to the boy remain unsuccessful; the boy cannot hear. The room begins to fill with light.
More.
More.
MORE.
MORE!
"It's so bright."
Don't worry, it's almost over.
Light enters the man, filling him up from the inside, while he yells. The man's whole body is see-through; the light consumes him.
The man dissipates into the light.
"Oh, he's gone? Who was that? I couldn't hear him. My eyes hurt; it's so bright. Make it stop."
No, I can't see it's too dark.
"What are you talking about? It's so bright, I think I will go blind."
The room gets brighter until the boy's retinas are burned completely, causing him to see black.
"You're right, it's dark. Make it brighter."
Okay, I'll make it brighter.
"Nothing changed? It's so dark, I hate the dark."
Me too, I hate the dark.
*Grab*
"BARON SNAP THE F*CK OUT OF IT, WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF BATTLE PULL IT TOGETHER."
Right, right, sorry, hunter. I was just scared. It was so dark.
"Dark? What the hell are you talking about, pull yourself together, we've got the devil of sight right in our grasp, look over there, it's Marx and Grabel, they've got it cornered, we've got a chance still."
Oh? But don't they know it's gonna get too bright if they go any closer?
"Get bright? F*ck are you talking about Baron? What happened to you? We just found you lying here. Where's the rest of your party?"
It was too dark, and I couldn't see them. I bet they were afraid of it, too.
"Afraid? Of what?"
*BANG*
A flash of bright light came from the cornered devil; it had just been acting weak; it was merely a mirage, and the men were cornered.
"GRABEL NOO!"
The devil had been covered in a cloth that unwrapped itself when the light came, showing its actual body.
*crunch, crack*
The devil's stomach was fully open from the bottom to his neck, containing what seemed like thousands, if not millions, of eyes scattered along the inner and outer skin, all consuming Grabel's shell-shocked body.
"HELP HELP ME IT'S EATING ME WHOLE, SOMEONE COME PULL ME OUT I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS PLEASE SOMEONE."
Grabel was given the role of brawler within the party. Still, when it came down to him doing his job, He was no better than a pile of horse sh*t, he cried in agony as sight ate him whole, screaming and calling out so any resemblance of a human to help.
"I'm afraid of the dark, guys. Please I.. I don't wanna die."
*CRUNCH*
His head was bitten clean off his shoulders, rolling down onto the floor and making its way to Marx's feet.
"AHHHHH WE NEED TO GO NOW, NOW RUN."
Marxist had jumped out of the flash, covering his eyes right as it hit, not fully blinding him, but simply disorienting him, although disoriented, he still had the cognitive functions to understand what was going on.
Hunter was too enraged and charged past Marxist's running body and went sword first for the devil.
"DIEEEEE!!"
*shump*
He was sliced in two by the devil before he could even make it past Grabel's body.
"F*CKKK BARON WE NEED TO GO NOW OR ELSE WE'LL BE DEAD TOO."
No, we won't; it's too dark here. Don't worry, you can't see us, just stay.
Baron held onto Marx's leather satchel tightly, not letting it go.
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? WE NEED TO LEAVE!"
Baron fell onto the ground, crossed his legs, and began praying.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
*Vroomp*
Seemingly out of nowhere, the devil had teleported straight in front of Marx, staring down at him.
*Drip, drop*
Tears from the devil came, flowing down its face and directly onto Marx, covering him, in LD and water.
Immediately, Marx fell onto the ground and hid behind the Baron's back, cowering in pure fear.
"IT'S SO DARK, KILL ME."
Losing his mind, Marx could hear the words kill me coming from the devil's mouth, but it didn't seem to be coming from the devil; it was the host. They began to beg for death, being afraid of the dark.
"What's going on? Ba.. Baron, I'm scared, don't let me die."
Don't worry, it's about to get brighter.
Baron stood up, leaving Marxist cowering on the ground alone, and walked up to the crying devil walking inside of its enormous open stomach.
"NO BARON, DON'T LEAVE ME!"
I think I get it now, the dark isn't so bad.
"Oh? You don't think, I personally enjoy it, you forget to enjoy the things of this world when you can't see."
What happens next from here?
"That's up to you to decide. I'm so exhausted, Baron. I've been the host of this devil for the last 800 years, and I can't do it anymore. I HATE THE DARK, but I love it too, I'm afraid of the monster I've become, I can't do it anymore, so I'm giving you the choice to take it on."
But won't I end up the same as you?
"The devil's been dead for ages, and I honestly can't remember how long he's been gone. Only his power resides now, for devils are gods and you can't ever truly kill one, only silence it."
But I'm afraid of the dark.
"I thought you said you weren't anymore."
I lied.
"You'll be okay, the darkness won't consume you like it did to me, you're special, Baron."
Me special? I've never been told such a thing. What makes me so special?
The unnamed host reached his bone arm out to Baron, holding an eye.
"Take this and place it on your temple; don't worry, it won't be visible to anyone normal."
Baron complied, and the world around him went dark.
I told you I'm afraid.
"Don't be, it comes and goes, you'll be fine. "
On the outside, Marx witnessed the Baron walking back out of the devil's stomach, collapsing on the ground, and the devil's body beginning to disintegrate back to where it came.
"You... you came back."
Looking around, Marx could see that the only people left alive were Baron and Marx, the only survivors of the battle against sight.
With no time to take in what had just occurred, Marx rushed over to Baron's limp body and strung him over his shoulders, carrying him out of the Gate and back into Breakpoint.
Usually, Breakpoint would be packed with people, but no soul was inside besides Baron and Marx this time.
Where is everyone? Baron needs to get treatment quickly; I know what happened there.
"Welcome back, it's a pleasure to be acquainted with you."
A large man stood before the two, but he realized Baron was unconscious. He walked up to Marx, reaching out his hand and looking for a handshake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marx, and I presume this is Baron, my name is Paul.. Paul Mosscrest."