Tears streamed from her eyes, a torrential cascade forming a pool of salty water on the ground. Her skin tingled with fear, not the fear of her own power, but the dread of what she might unleash. The potential for destruction weighed heavily on her, although there was little light left in this world to destroy.
Darkness had long tainted this realm, and there seemed to be no hope of dispelling its malevolent hunger for mankind.
"Come on, Bea. A little more won't hurt. Unleash your powers," whispered voices at the back of her mind, voices raw from a hunger for destruction.
"Bea...Bea...Bea," they chanted, urging her on.
These voices sought to overpower her, to seize control and satisfy their dark desires. Bea felt herself slipping, the burning tingles in her hands serving as a constant reminder that she teetered on the edge of sanity.
Every step she took felt like a burden on her shoulders, making the walk even more arduous. The streets were dark, desolate, and cold, devoid of life. The air was heavy with the stench of burnt flesh and death.
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She didn't dare look back at the lifeless corpses she inadvertently trod upon; they were already devoid of souls. There was no need for apologies to their soulless remains.
Bea continued to walk aimlessly, her bloodied and numb feet carrying her through the abandoned streets and houses. Suddenly, she halted, not even knowing where she was anymore. Her furrowed brows relaxed briefly as she heard another piercing cry—a baby's cry.
If it were anyone else, she might have left them to suffer alone, but something compelled her to investigate. She followed the sound until she found a baby in a crib, swaddled in royal blue blankets. The child's head, shockingly as white as snow, thrashed about as it cried.
Kneeling down, Bea gently lifted the baby into her arms, and miraculously, the child's cries ceased. Its striking blue eyes met hers, and at that moment, she glimpsed a future she hadn't anticipated. Gasping, she stared at the child with wide eyes. The baby giggled, reaching to touch her face, and she reciprocated with a soft smile.
It was a light, a light unlike any other. A light that didn't fear the darkness but embraced it. A light so powerful and dangerous that it didn't scorch, but instead enfolded you in its protective warmth. A light that even darkness itself would cower before when it unveiled its true form.