Chapter 41: Happy 100k Views!

I wish to have a book where everyone likes it and even though it's naive that's my wish as an Author so please just try reading the whole chapter even though it was corny last time.

_______________________________________________________

Dear Diary,

Today... was a day that lingers in the depths of my soul, staining my every thought with darkness. We were playing, Shira and I, innocently frolicking in nature's embrace. The forest whispered secrets as we revelled in our laughter, unaware of the malevolence that awaited us.

The day took a sinister turn, casting a shadow upon our idyllic world. From the depths of the forest emerged a ghoul, a creature starved and consumed by its insatiable hunger. Its eyes... hollow and void of humanity, spoke of desperation that sent shivers down my spine.

The ghoul lunged, a predator driven by an insidious hunger. Fear constricted my chest, my heart pounding in a rhythm of primal terror. In that fateful moment, I made a decision fueled by a primal instinct, an act of self-sacrifice that forever changed the course of our lives.

I thrust my arm into the gaping maw of the creature, feeling its ravenous teeth sink into my flesh. The searing pain consumed me, but my focus remained fixed on Shira. I had to protect him, shield him from the horrors of this world. With a surge of desperate strength, I flung him away, hurling his fragile form into the safety of the river's embrace.

Time... fractured, as if suspended in an abyss of darkness. Shira's gaze, once innocent and trusting, locked onto mine. The weight of his terrified eyes pierced my very soul, his confusion and horror etched upon his tender features. At that moment, the tendrils of trauma wrapped around his young mind, erasing the memory of my sacrifice, and shielding him from the abyss that consumed me.

As the ghoul feasted upon my flesh, a symphony of pain enveloped me, intertwining with despair and unwavering love for Shira. I clung to a sliver of hope that he would escape unscathed, even as the darkness engulfed me. My sacrifice was not in vain... it couldn't be.

In the aftermath, Shira's memories faded, a veil drawn across his mind to protect him from the horrors he witnessed. He forgot... he forgot the price I paid to ensure his survival. A necessary sacrifice, a burden I bear silently.

Now, I exist in the shadows, a guardian unseen, watching over Shira. I protect him from the lurking malevolence that prowls the darkness. But the weight of that fateful day presses upon me, an indelible stain on my soul. It is a burden I carry, etching its tale upon these pages, a testament to the depth of my love and the darkness I traversed.

Yours hauntingly, Dust

____________________________________________________________

Dear Diary,

My soul is consumed by a tempest of rage and sorrow, a relentless storm that rages within. The world around me, once vibrant and full of life, has become a twisted maze of suffering and despair. Ghouls and humans alike have taken everything from me, leaving nothing but an abyss in their wake.

In the depths of my being, a flame burns with an insatiable hunger for vengeance. It courses through my veins, igniting a frenzy within me that threatens to consume my very essence. The atrocities I have witnessed, the lives shattered and discarded like broken glass, fuel this inferno of wrath that now defines me.

My hands, once gentle and steady, now tremble with a primal thirst for retribution. I feel the weight of steel in my grip, an extension of my fury, as I carve a path through the darkness. The CCG, self-proclaimed saviours of humanity, are but pawns in this twisted game of bloodshed. They, too, have become the objects of my scorn.

With each passing day, I feel myself losing control over my own body as if an entity of vengeance has taken residence within me. My once-measured steps now echo with a macabre rhythm, driving me towards a precipice of no return. The lines blur between right and wrong, and I find solace in the cruel symphony of violence.

The atrocities I commit, the lives I snuff out in my quest for justice, no longer carry the weight of guilt. They are but casualties in a war that has claimed my soul. The screams of the fallen, once haunting, now fuel my determination to eradicate the abominations that haunt this world.

Oh, how I revel in the cries of anguish, the crimson tide that washes over my senses. It is a grotesque dance of brutality, a symphony of pain that echoes in the recesses of my fractured mind. The very notion of mercy has become foreign to me, an antiquated concept long discarded.

As I pen these words, stained with the ink of my descent, I cannot help but feel a sickening satisfaction. The cruelty that drips from these pages mirrors the darkness that has engulfed my soul. No longer am I the protector, the guardian. I have become a harbinger of chaos, an embodiment of the very evil I sought to vanquish.

And yet, amidst this madness, a flicker of doubt lingers. Is this the path I was destined to tread, or have I become a monster of my own creation? The whispers of sanity grow faint, drowned out by the cacophony of violence. I fear that I am losing myself, becoming a vessel for the very darkness I vowed to eradicate.

In the depths of my despair, I cling to the memories of a time when innocence reigned and when the touch of a gentle hand brought solace instead of destruction. But those memories, like shards of broken glass, cut deep, a painful reminder of the innocence I have forsaken.

I know not where this path will lead, dear diary, nor if redemption awaits me at its end. All I can do is march forward, consumed by a rage that threatens to devour me whole, my very existence hanging in the balance.

Yours tormented, Dust

__________________________________________________

{A/N: I love writing about Dust, he's a very cool character to me which is probably disturbing to those reading this. After all, he's slowly losing his Humanity, anyway, next chapter is the last chapter of Dust's diary.}