Chronicles of the Unseen

Previously

…I looked at her, at the creature she had become, and I saw not an enemy, but an equal. We had both shed our old skins, embraced the darkness, and found a twisted sort of salvation within it. The cabin, the woods, the entire world, now seemed like a canvas waiting to be painted with our newfound power. The past was a forgotten dream, the future an uncharted territory ripe for conquest. I was no longer Malachi, the boy lost in his father’s madness. I was something more. Something new. And for the first time in my life, I felt truly, terrifyingly, alive. The darkness was no longer a threat; it was my birthright. And I was ready to claim it.