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posted by MephilesTheDark
Confusion. Pain. Suffering. Tension. Fear. Anxiety. Anger. Worry.

They were familiar emotions to me, never absent. Always, they stalked in the back of my mind, leaving trails of horrendous feelings.

Why were they always there? Why did they walk in my mind, suffocating me of happiness and pleasure? They never left, even when I was truly having a nice time, they would ruin the sunniest of my days.

Was it Dark? Was he back? And if so, how? How did he manage to make a return to this plane of existence? Back into my head where it all began?

I held my face in my claws. I am Mephiles. I was created to be Solaris, an immortal sun god. Why did I of all people have these emotional problems? I was supposed to be strong, perfect, unbeatable, and untainted of weakness and emotion.

Sure, I was not Solaris. I knew that. Only when I was fused to Brother, Iblis, could I become Solaris.

"Mephiles..?" A soft voice said from nearby. I looked up to see a human with dark brown hair and eyes to match. She was a little overweight, but in reasonably good shape for her age, she was 54, but didn't look a day over 40. She was both Rebecca's and my own adoptive mother, Annie.

"Mom?" I said as she wiped a tear from my eyes. Yes, I considered her to be my mother.

I hadn't known her for very long, yet she had accepted me, and I, in turn, accepted her.

"Mephiles? What's wrong?" She asked, concerned and knowing how much I hated being called 'Mephy'.

I sighed. "Y-you remember D-Dark, right?"

She sat down next to me, on my little makeshift bed that consisted of a mattress on Rebecca's bedroom floor.

"Is he back?"

I shook my head. "I-I don't t-think s-so. B-but he... I-I think he... l-left part of h-himself i-in me..."

"Like his emotions?"

I nodded. "Y-yeah."

She pulled me into a hug, and petted my quills. Without even realising it, I slunk into her warm embrace and purred as she stoked her warm, human hands over my head.

"Don't worry, Mephiles. Everything will be okay. We'll get him out perminatly."

I closed my eyes and squeezed her gently before realeasing, and smiled greatfully.

She smiled back, was it... lovingly? I still was not the best at making out emotions. Getting better, but still not fantastic.

"Thanks, mom." I said. She always knew just what to say, even if it wasn't comforting, she could make a point very clear using minimal speech.

"If anything's ever wrong, Mephiles. Don't hesitate to tell me."

I smiled, and hugged her once more.

"Thanks, mom."
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My heart was thumping hard in my chest, my breath all I could hear in the darkness. The fear of the hunted lay down upon my shoulders, adrenaline the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees.

I was exhausted. The enemy was not far behind... I pushed myself faster, knowing it was hopeless. he would catch me.

If I weren't so preoccupied with my flee, I would have shuddered at the thouht of those venomous green, reptile-like eyes, the blood-red sclera accenting the image of fear.

My legs felt like lead, my arms were heavy, my breath coming in raggid gasps as I tried futiley to get away from...
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I dragged my claw across my wrist, very lightly, as to not puncture the fragile join between living crystal and flesh.

I stared down at my weak spot, knowing I could very easily kill myself by cutting through the fur and skin, slashing the veins, and bleed to death.

But... If that was my weak spot, why was I toying with it in a similar manner to what a cat does a mouse before pouncing? And, more impotantly, why did I get the urge to "pounce", by wich I meaned slashing myself?

Confusion swept through me as I sat crosslegged up a tree as my best friend, Rebecca, furiously smashed a soccer ball against...
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