Fears are one of our weakness, everyone has their own, carrying it every moment of their life, it’s like a burden they want to throw away but couldn’t. I’m the deity of darkness, night, the spirit of fear, misfortune, sleep, dream, and death. I am the one who rules in the sub-terrestrial realm, the asylum of darkness, even here in a terrestrial realm where humans live, where every evil, spirits, and demon trying their best to socialize and live along with humans. Taylor is the kingdom.
As I whistled, the polluted air dance along with it while I’m here on the rooftop while looking at the people below. I went here on the rooftop of this building. Sitting comfortably at the very edge of the structure. People below smell like toxic chemicals. They look like tiny little poop. Just one look at their eyes, their stupidity and fear will reveal.
The sound of air smashing disturbed my sightseeing. Tsk looks like some are in trouble. Like a bubble, I flew up in the air. Hmm, this is one of the reasons why I love myself. I can float in the air, I can see the fear and weakness of every creature, and last but not the list, I’m beautiful, ops, correction, gorgeous. I can excel in everything because I am Jemisha Darkness.
In just a second, my presence disappears. I’m invisible to the human eyes with this weird black hat, but only to the human eyes.
The little growl led me to where the trouble is coming from. My maijeing ability stop in the air above from those guys who are slaughtering a dog. Maijeing is a teleport power in terms of human’s words. I shook my head sarcastically; afterward, I roamed my eyes around and saw an abandoned factory company. There are a lot of dogs and other animals here, some animals are dead, some are chained, and some are jailed. Humans and their human deeds. What the fuck is wrong with these fuckers? They are not even demons, but they acted like one.
I stretched my neck while holding my nape. Those fuckers, 13th Friday is their time of death. I jumped and landed in front of them before their knife touch and slaughter the dog. The strong wind surrounded me when I landed but slowly disappear.
I forget something. I removed the black hat and let it disappear in mid-air. Now, I’m visible to their human eyes. I smirked and looked at them. Three men, three men, will gonna die today in my hands. I saw how their body tense and trembled in fear—what a coward. I’m not even starting, not yet, not that fast; I’m still enjoying how their fear grows because of me. Three versus one. Not bad. The two men are wearing a blue shirt while the other one is a black shirt. They are wearing black pants for their down and white rubber shoes for their feet. No one of them has a taste of fashion, yuck.
I sang a rain go away at the back of my mind while pointing my one finger at them. Ow, one more time. I need to choose wisely. I pointed my middle finger at them again. My finger stopped at the same guy again. I shook my head as I looked at him with fake sympathy the destiny still chose him. What a destiny, why destiny so cruel when it comes to him. I think that’s his fate; I cannot do anything to change it, anyway. I floated in the air again. It’s too lazy to walk. I have my supernatural gift, so why not use it? While I’m going neared at them, they are slowly walking backward. I hate cowards.
“Run,” I whispered in the air.
The first one who runs is the first one who will die. Someone run. No dear. I felt sorry about these guys. I teleport in front of him. The man in a blue shirt is stopped, trembling in fear, and kept shaking his head when he saw appeared in front of him. My sword appeared in just a second in my hand. I thrust the sword to his heart; when I took back my sword, the man’s heart sticks to it. One down. Death, I’m the death. I closed my eyes and let the air led me to the second target. I can sense their fear through the air; when the fear becomes wider, I just vanish and appear in front of the second target. There you are.
“Hiding?” I asked the man.
He slowly looked at me. He’s sitting at the corner of this huge abandoned building. They are such a cowardly boy. They almost kill the dog without mercy, and now, afraid of the consequence. Without thinking, I did the same way to this guy, just like what I did to the first one. Two down, I counted. My sword disappeared in mid-air. I have a beautiful plan for the last one. If he survives from this, then good, and if he didn’t, then sorry, not sorry. I used my maijeing and appeared in front of him.
“Hi, I’m just friendly here. Why are you running away from me?” I asked, a hint of sadness and disappointment in my voice.
What sarcastic gorgeous. Like a crybaby, the man started to cry and plead for his life to me like I am a saint. Oh, boy. I’m nothing but a gorgeous who can do want ever I want. He walked backward, terrified and trembling in fear, while I walked forward mockingly.
“Miss, the dog, tried to kill my best friend; we just want an act of revenge. The dog bites my friend; now he is in the hospital with brushes and rabies,” he manages to talk while sobbing.
Enough with this drama, the thrill is more exciting. I grabbed his wrist. We both looked at his wrist; he looked at it in with his eye-wide expression and mouth gasp in shock. He is telling the truth; the truth of his word is mixing in the air; I can smell it, but too late for this. If I want to kill, I will kill. Like a rhyme, we both looked at each other. There you are, just looked straight in my eyes.
“O le a le meo e to fate ai?” I asked while looking directly into his eyes.
Like always happened, he suddenly passed out. He will fell into a deep sleep, the smoky dark indigo suddenly showed up and ate him. And when the body vanishes with the smoke, a book appeared. I grabbed the book. This is the book of death and fear, his book of death and fear. His soul will be jailed in this book, as he faced his fear, while his body will be jailed in the Ateleiotes. Athletes are an endless darkness dimension I made. In this book of death and fear, whatever happened to him will be all written in this book, every part, every action, and from the small details to the biggest details of his journey can be read here. The guy’s fear is kinda funny. I know what it is. I knew it. It is so obvious. The man hates the bite of the dog.
Anyway, probably he was in his nightmare right now. Trying to fight for his life, trying to overcome his fear, trying to hide it with braveness, I hope he can survive. Twenty-four hours, just twenty-four hours of fighting for his life. In just a short span of time, he needs to get out of there. If he failed to get out of there in just one day, his body would die. He will be staying there for more days before his soul totally dies, not totally.
I’m the fear, so that’s mean I’m the one who will help you and led you to create your book of a nightmare. And the only way to escape from the book of nightmare is to overcome your fear. Where you are the one who will be the main character and experience misfortune, fear, and death. I’m here to help you. So what is your greatest fear? Do you want to write your own book?
“O le a le meo e to fate ai?”
