His Toxic Addiction-Chapter 377: Prologue.

Dark clouds hovered above the deadly hills. Lightening and thunders clashed together in the dark cloud, making the night more gloomy and the clouds more terrifying.

The air was thick with mystery.

In the past, there has never been a sound heard around the hills but tonight, something changed. Contrary to the sporadic silent hills, tonight seemed foreign as the sounds of horses approached the hills.

A scary exhale of agony resounded everywhere in the forest. The more the hill came to their view, the more the sounds became more terrifying and teased the men to scramble away or remain loyal and protect their master.

The storm wasn’t normal, they noticed.

The storm only brewed above the hill as the other parts of the cloud remained clear and thunder-free.

Dusk fell upon them and finally, they stood before the hill. These men who arrived before the hill were five in number, the king, his advisor, and three more of his strongest warriors.

A few high pitches, and eerie trills followed by sounds of footsteps responded throughout the hill and the king advisor had urges to run away. Another high scream followed and the poor advisor socked his pants and horse with his watery discharge.

"History has it that no man survives it around here," said the advisor when the king got off his horse.

Another warrior let out a sigh of relief when the king’s advisor spoke up but to their surprise, the king replied with disregard.

"And that history doesn’t include me. Destiny differs and I want to know the creature of the night who resides here. I heard he long existed before my father and unlike my father, I would wipe this place and make it cleansed of anything that isn’t us," the king chuckled as the thought of a creature who existed but wasn’t them nonplussed and amused him.

The moment the king finished speaking, the place turned quiet. The storm above the hills also stopped and the dead drop silence terrified the men.

The King’s eyes widened and he was tempered to leave. However, having remembered his meeting and promised to the people earlier today to make the hills safe, he encouraged himself to go in. He can’t be seen as a coward king and he refused to believe someone stronger than he was existed.

He pulled his royal robe off his back and placed it on the horse. With his sword ready, he stepped forward to the hill and looked above it.

"Let’s climb up," he ordered.

Though reluctant, the four men behind him nodded and charged forward. Carefully, they climbed up the mighty hill.

Standing at the entrance of the hill, they paused to scan their environment. Looking into the hill, the pitch-black entrance forbade them from seeing themselves. They struggled to see the path they walked on.

The king advisor tried his best to stand beside the king and when the thunder struck again, it gave them a tiny source of light and the king advisor yelped in fright at the sight of skulls around.

"Here," one of the warriors passed a fire stick over to the king and another to the advisor.

Marching onto the hill, the bravery in their hearts dwindled by what their eyes encountered.

Human skulls filled the whole place and there wasn’t a place to step on without tripping over the human skulls. The men paused.

Stones and what lay like tombs surrounded them. Human skeletons lay around together with their idle bones.

Suddenly, a gush of wind passed threw them, and as if scalded by their knives, they let go of it. Not by choice but by force and almost immediately, the tombs around lit up on fire and went off immediately it came.

The king’s advisor shivered, "Who’s there?" his voice trembled as he asked and the thunders outside roared more frightening.

A dark crackle could be heard and they all froze at their spot. It was at that moment the king realized that danger loomed around.

The warriors bend to pick up their swords but the moment they lean forward, the swords are dragged far away from them and the sounds made by them instill fear into everyone’s body.

Without thinking, the king’s advisor turned towards the entrance of the hill. He raised his feet and ran as fast as he could, abandoning his king.

The king was left dumbfounded as his advisor ran. He made up his mind to join his advisor but before he could bring his thoughts to reality, their fire went off and the place became hunting quiet. They tried to scream but no sound left their lips.

They were always known to be brave but not today.

The sound of a finger click resounded and at the sound of that unknown click, an ear-splitting scream rang forth from where the King’s advisor ran to.

The king and warriors whirled their heads to the sound of the voice and the king’s eyes widened when he saw his advisor on fire. His advisor was being burnt alive.

The fire went off and the place turned dark again but the king’s advisor kept on screaming in agony.

"A significant species of fouls," an erratic voice filled with deadly venom resounded from the dark.

The three warriors moved over to the king and made a wall barrier around him. Their body trembled but they pushed their fears aside and decided to save the king first. From what happened to the advisor, it seems the tales of no one ever leaving this cave alive are real.

"How gracious of you all to walk into your graves," the voice went on.

The king grew weak to his knee when he saw no one but just saw dark shadows running around the walls. He managed to say, "Pray to tell us who you refer to," he begged, feeling death by his side.

He regretted not taking people’s words.

"Humans," the dark shadow muttered, disgusted.

The king turned confused, "Humans? No one of us here exists with the name human," he explained, hoping for whoever stood behind the shadows to come out and speak.

The shadow scoffed, "As I said, a significant species of fools. You kind are called humans," he enlightened.

Not a sound was made by the men around and he sang, "Oh peasants! Such an eyesore. It hurts my lovely sight i have to slay you wonderful meals myself,"

And like a flash of lighteening, the king dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. The warriors scrambled around.

Two ran towards the entrance of the hill and the slashing sounds of swords going into flesh and heads rolling on the floor could be heard. Heard but not seen as the darkness made the sight useless.

"Please," the last standing warrior begged before his death would arrive. "Please don’t kill me, let me leave," he begged.

"Leave?" the shadow asked and to the surprise of the only surviving warrior, small bright light glowed and the moment the place returned back to pitch black, he felt a hand on his shoulder. His soul jumped out of his body and he tried his best not to be frightened.

He stood still, taking in deep breaths.

The tombs lit up with fires again and the shadow behind the warrior said, "Look around," he referred to the skulls, No one has ever had the privilege of leaving and neither will you,"

The warrior’s breath trembled as he looked down at the skills beneath his feet and the homthehe raised his face, his heart jolted and he took a step back, his eyes large with fear when he saw a man standing before him.

"Please," the warrior begged, breathless.

The man before him had a cloak covering his face. The fire helped him to see the man properly but he wasn’t able to see anyone but just testicles around cloak-clothed wind.

The warrior felt a sword beneath his feet. He swiftly bent to the floor and picked up his sword.

In seconds, his back collided with the wall. There wasn’t a hand wrapped around his neck but he choked.

The dark shadow took delight in himself as he watched the human suffer.

"Pathetic human," he cursed. "Your kind never seem to let go of the urge to betray. You begged to leave and just when I was about to grant it, you decided to try outsmarting me,"

The warrior on the wall choked. He raised his hand to his neck and began to fight off the unseen hand shutting off his breath.

Much to the shadow’s surprise, the warrior dropped to the floor with a soft thud and surprise flashed through the shadow’s eyes.

He rose the warrior to his feat without touching him and when he did, he slammed the warrior’s body to the wall, "For centuries, I existed in these walls like I do not. No human has ever survived my hold," he drew the warrior close to himself to take a look at the human’s face, "You do not seem a man worthy of the dark," he noticed.

"Please," the warrior managed to force out a plea, "Please let me go. I do not wish to disturb your rest, I was following orders,"

The shadow searched the warrior’s face. With his incompressible power, he held the warrior hanging in the air ran his long pointy fingers throw the warrior’s blood vessels, and muttered, "Oh, such strong blood. I haven’t met one like you_"

Hearing the shadow, he made use of the shadow words, "Then do not let me go to waste. I do not mind becoming your footstool, just let me leave,"

A horrific throaty sound left the shadow chest. "You do not know what you wish, young blood. If I should make you my footstool, you would wish death to come but it would not," he lectured.

Almost immediately, he added in his thoughts, "Since you are a willing party, why do I not make you exactly like me to rule over Earth while I go back to the underworld and take care of my children there," his words gave options but he sounded final.

There was no room for refusal and the warrior’s face turned pale. He looked around the cave, he could not imagine living the rest of his life in there, he couldn’t look like this shadow before him. A footstool would be better.

However, he wasn’t able to let out his thoughts for fear of the unknown. Left hanging, the shadow picked a skull from the floor and stared at it.

"When you become me, you’ll have a taste of my power and also exist like me. You’ll have dominion over the world and humans and also hear through their senses. You’ll become a nightmare to the world and a monster to all kinds," he laughed ominously and let go of the skull, "...you would be bonded to the darkness which stands before you, and at my command, you’ll live or die,"

Goosebumps covered the whole body of the warrior. This wasn’t what he wished for. He parted his lips to speak but the sudden thousand shadows cast upon the walls frightened him to keep shut.

"And from this moment, you would go by the name Darth because you... are now a new creature, my creature," he possessed and black whisps of smoke began to curl around the warrior’s body.

The warrior choked, "Please... What are you?" he would have had a plea for mercy but as the smoke got to his nose, he felt a strange sensation in his body and he realized he couldn’t become what he was about turning into without knowing what he would become.

Who would have known their kinds were human?

The shadow spared him a glance and after a short murmur, he spat out some blackish dust, "I am the owner of all pains, mysteries, agony, death, and evil... I am the owner and father to all evil that has ever existed and that would ever be made and on this day, I crown you my son,"

"Argh!!!!" an ear-bleeding screen left the lips of the warrior at the end of the shadow speech and with a heavy drop to the floor, he gave up the ghost.

The second the warrior’s eyes closed, the mountains fell into the heart of the sea and the water roared. The shadow watched in amazement how the unseen chains left him and slowly, his children creped out of the shadow.

"We’re free," he murmured in disbelief and the eyes of the shadows who walked out of the wall gleamed.

More shadows walked out of the sea and more escaped from the rocks. They all climbed up the hill in beautiful harmony and the moment they got into the cave, they bowed to the dead warrior who lay on the floor.

He saved them.

And like whisps of smoke, they all disappeared to wherever they wanted to as freedom has been given to them.

The first shadow caressed the face of the warrior for a while and while he caressed his face, he chanted into his ears, "Darkness is beautiful...sounds of low screams begging for mercy, the sweet-sounding melodic..."

After three accurate chants, he successfully wiped the warrior’s memories and left him with the ones he wanted him to believe.

"I will be back for you, my sweet child," he promised, and just like the others, he disappeared.

A fortnight later, in compliance with the shadow magic and possession, the dead warrior’s eyes slowly parted open. His once kind green eyes were nowhere to be found anymore but what could be found were night wicked orbs.

"I’m thirsty..." he mumbled in a raspy tune and the moment he mumbled those words, blood rained on earth....

Read 𝓁at𝙚st chapters at (f)re𝒆we(b)novel.com Only