Christmas eve, 2022… that was the night everything we took for granted changed. Just as the clock struck midnight, a strange girl calling herself Dark appeared, floating high above the city of Seattle. She confidently announced to the whole of humanity that night that she would be taking over the world. Naturally, nobody took this seriously; it seemed but the words of a child, the mass announcement being seen as something of a magic trick or some highly elaborate prank. That momentary ignorance would be the last choice humanity ever made.
I was there that night you know, the night she announced her presence to the world… the night that this city of a million was wiped clean off the map. I was right there as her beautiful, black-gold hair fluttered in the wind while her ever pure face was covered in that lovely, whimsical smile I had become all too familiar with. I was in raw disbelief as this young girl that had always been so full of love, joy and innocence destroyed everything I knew. With a snap of her fingers, I saw the city leveled, the buildings and people flattened into the ground as if they had all just been stomped upon, leaving but us two alive amongst the rubble... and yet, this was only the beginning…
I witnessed the horrors this girl had wrought; I saw firsthand the millions… no… billions of lives she uncaringly took in the course of just a few days. I had a front row seat as she ripped apart thousands of years of human history and achievements; those many nations that would call themselves “World Powers” or "God's Chosen" meant nothing to her and her limitless powers. To Dark, these countries were just more places to flatten, crush, destroy, and erase. Anything and everything that went against her wishes, that did not bring her fun and joy were to be destroyed, like a child breaking a toy they didn't like.
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Even as she annihilated nation after nation, she kept on smiling, kept on laughing, kept on dragging me along with her as she had always done until she finally fulfilled her promise. She truly did conquer the world… or what remained of it. I knew this was wrong… knew what she was doing was horrible... yet still I loved her… still I could not bring myself to hate her, even as she slaughtered untold numbers of people right in front of me.
At this point, I think she could no longer be seen as human. As she tore the world to shreds, as she brought humanity itself, this so-called master race, to their knees in fear and worship, all that remained now was a living God… a childlike and selfish God perhaps, but a God, nonetheless. To me though, she was still just that girl that I had met one year ago. While changed, she was still the Dark I knew... still the Dark I loved.
What was the outcome of her rampage? Love, fear, and adoration. No matter what she did, no matter who she killed or what she destroyed, those that survived the chaos loved her... forgave her. At that time, I wondered if this is what humans do when they see something so far beyond their comprehension, changing what was once an atrocity to be feared into a savior of sorts... a leader... a guardian... a protector. None in this new world would hate her; none would despise her; none would scold her for her actions. She was Dark… The girl everybody loved but nobody understood... nobody but me...