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Shaka sat up with a jolt, his cosmos darting about the room, searching, searching... He could feel the shadows creeping up on him, nightmares and demons and all manner of terrifying things slowly crawling through him temple, daring to defile his sanctuary. They were moving again, reaching, clawing... The servants of Darkness, empty, cruel, angry... the creatures that wanted to destroy the Light.
If they were here, if they were moving, then she would be here soon. That reaching, grasping, terrifying creature that melted his defenses and destroyed his control. He stood no chance against the hellspawn that was making its way down the hallway. DestructionPainFearLoss, nightmares radiated from her, reaching, pulling, dragging at his heart. Helpless, his walls, his defenses, his very power fell as she entered the room.
Small, cold hands found his in the shadows and Shaka gently took the small form up in his arms, cradling his Light against his chest. The child in his arms pressed into his chest, now safe her in mentor's arms. "Thank you, Shaka," she whispered.
Those small words shattered whatever resolve Shaka might have had to throw the little girl out of his bed. Indeed, there was no demon worse than that of a frightened child. "Always," he whispered, kissing the top of her head, "my Light."
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Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
You, child of the Light, have ever right and reason to fear the dark, just so long as you remember that the dark fears you so much more.A collection of random thoughts and drabbles from various stories, RPs, and whatever general insanity comes to mind.
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Dear Edward,
You're a ******** poser.
Sincerely,
Dracula












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