She was rage and vengeance, wrath and malice, in beautifully twisted human form.

Evil doesn't always have one face, Ethan.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls.......

Theres something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they're close, like you could reach out and touch them. But you cant because sometimes things look alot closer than they seem

Darkness does not leave up as easily as we would hope.