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Hello all! Ash here, with another depressiong story! Thanks to circe2002 for helping me come up with ideas for this! I listened to this song to help me write... I love it so much 
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~~~Ash~~~
Story Eleven: Hate’s Birth
I flew to all who needed me. The darkness… it was mine… to use, use for them. I Hated everything. Yes. That was the word. Hate. They could use me for what they needed... Hate.
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**EDIT**
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~~~Ash~~~
Story Eleven: Hate’s Birth
The moon shone a bright light of sliver, the beautiful color of light, of steel. The color that brings crimson, the bleeding droplets of blood that are my savior. My family knew only of my failures, only of my torn mind and soul.
My lover, cast me aside, finding my faults. The world hated me, never open to opinions.
The dark forest called to me, the trees welcoming eerie song, the grass’s light sheen from the moon. It was all for me to explore. It all loved me, so unlike my family. The skeletal arms that had accepted me seemed to lean closer, and into the forest I dove. As soon as I walked forward, the sky tipped dangerously, and I realized that I was walking on the roof of the earth. The grass fell up and the trees seemed ok with it. The utter wrongness of it all was lost on me, as I sleepily glided through the forest.
“Come nearer, ser... you never know what we have to offer you!” The voice sounded old, millions upon millions of eons old, the rasping croaking of the voice lulled me into the forest’s lovely song. The dark figure seeped from a tree nearby, and I followed it, my green eyes dulling into a deep grey.
“Or have you searched all of your choices, my dear? That old one, Lonlyness, the poor old fool couldn’t save you.” A sickly sweet voice came oozed form around my head, wrapping itself into my mind. “There is darkness to be yet explored…”
I looked between them. A choice. Choice? What was that again? The nice voice sounded lovely, and the figure that it came from looked even more lovely, her long white hair and pitch black eyes captivating me to no extent. The figure of the man shattered into a million pieces of mist, leaving me to the lady’s devices.
“Oh my, what is this…?” Yet another spoke, I looked to this voice… hypnotizing beauty or the new voice…? “Well, you see, Depression there isn’t as beautiful as you believe…” I looked at her, really looked, and saw the fakeness, the old white of the hair, the void of nothing of her eyes. “I’m here for you, ser.” I saw depression flinch, and she then screamed out in pain of what seemed centuries;
“You have no idea! Revenge, my brother, how could you…?!” But she was fading too.
“Well. Now that she is gone. Welcome to my world…” My vision became encompassed in crimson and black, white and gold, sliver… the sliver blackened to the rusted darkness of all. Nothing was left… I was alone… the forest loved me… there was no exit from the forest…
I stood, suddenly seeing my reflection in a stream. My hair had blackened into a crisp, my eyes now a bloody cerise. The forest dissolved behind me and the stream was gone.
“And his name shall be Hate, for he displays what none of us have been able to control, a power beyond our wildest imaginations… Hate, present your pain.” My mind exploded. Every emotion possible seemed to be inferior to what I felt, what I could feel. What I could inflict. I could sense Love, she was near. I… what’s the word… what I am feeling… hate. I Hated her. The feeling was so close to her, so close to what she could make people feel. Both of us created could use Revenge. We could both harness Depression. We could use all of the feelings. However… what made them like Love? She was just as ruthful, angry, life shaking… why they all wanted her, I couldn’t imagine… why not me?
I flew to all who needed me. The darkness… it was mine… to use, use for them. I Hated everything. Yes. That was the word. Hate. They could use me for what they needed... Hate.
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If you've read one of the books you'll know what I mean xD
except he wanted revenge