Untouchable (The Moonlight Avatar Series Collection) Chapter 97: 🎃Halloween Special - I Am The Bad Guy

***Osiris - Directly Speaking to You***

You are fooling yourself if you don’t think you have a dark side.

*Everyone* has a dark side. Every man, woman, human, and creature. You choose not to reveal it. Hidden underneath all that probity is evil incarnate. It brews and simmers, roaring to life with all the negative thoughts you have and the negative actions you make.

Humans are the worst of them all. All the world’s ills and maltreatment are attributed through their darker sides. They lust for power over others, motivated by greed, and will sacrifice their loved ones for the tiniest morsel of control. Humanity is fucked up and no one can tell me otherwise.

But inhuman creatures are not exempt from this notion. In ancient times, many species have gone to war over their lust for control. Blindly believing themselves to be the superior race and that all others should bow and kiss their toes. Sound familiar? At the moment’s weakness, they’ll slaughter innocents to maintain their corrupt sense of balance.

Hybrids, unfortunately, are often the victims of their misdealing. How many of my kind lost their lives because a full-blooded mutt or fanged leech thought their existence was undeserved? How many deformed fishes or blackened sorceresses beheaded or drowned them? How many of this earth’s supernaturals got rid of their amalgams for *breathing*?

Perhaps that’s what they like. That’s how those damned creatures sleep at night or get themselves off at the thought; killing innocent hybrids as they reach their self-pleasure, exploding in ecstasy as their minds fill with images of spilled hybrid blood.

Hybrids like myself suffer under the supremacy of these stupid, pompous supernaturals. It’s time they’re knocked down a peg.

Hmm. It’s interesting to delve deep into the minds of man and beast and find what makes them tick. What motivates them to do what they do? It’s far from rocket science if you’re not someone like me.

But I’ve said too much. Apophis always said that the darkness of man and beast is the most delicious discovery of them all. They all preach peace and acceptance when really, they cannot stomach the fact that someone *different* than them mingles *with* them. How many times will history provide proof of that notion?

Human history is drenched in blood. Supernatural history is drenched in blood. Different species, same attitude. Neither are so different from one another.

Therefore, it’s my job to set things straight.

Don’t worry! I’m not *that* bad of a guy! I allow those around me to freely express their darkest desires uninhibited. Don’t you feel it? The darkness crawling to the center of your mind, whispering in your ear as it begs to see the world outside of its prison?

I’m sure you wish to take revenge on those who’ve wronged you; who’ve hurt, abused, and broken your trust. There are people in your life who don’t deserve the air they breathe, but because of your misguided sense of morality and goodness, you choose not to avenge what you’ve lost.

Instead, you pick *forgiveness*, as if that’ll erase your pain. As if it’ll somehow change the other person who, consciously, hurt you.

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How does it feel to be a fool? A stupid person? An idiot? Because I’m sure that’s what most of you are. You hide behind the light while ignoring the growing malevolence behind you. The more you feed the light, the more the darkness grows.

After all, those who have the brightest of lights have the strongest darkness.

Wouldn’t it feel good to delve into your true nature? To hurt without consequence? To maim? To kill?

Apophis beckons you. The Great Serpent God beckons you to not hurt any longer. My Lord beckons you to unleash hell on all those who deserve it. On those who’ve delivered the smallest blow to your fragile human heart.

Assuming most of you *are* human.

How many of you men were taught to never hit a woman, even if she brutalizes you? How many of you were taught that only the strong survive? How many of you were taught that crying is for ‘sissies’ and to ‘not be like a girl’? Even worse, how many of you men were taught to never harm or disrespect your superiors even as they’re hurting you?

Now, you women. Oh, how the world hasn’t been kind to you because of the sex you were born with. How many of you women were taught a boy likes you if they hurt you? How many of you were undervalued for your skills because you have female genitalia? How many of you were abused, broken, and even had the despicable done to you because you were taught to not fight back? To surrender?

No matter who you are or what you identify as, you were hurt. You were beaten and broken. Your heart is as fragile as glass, and many will drop and dance on its pieces as you weep. And yet, you look the other way and not **break** the person who **broke you**.

Morality is an illusion.

There’s no such thing as goodness.

Only darkness and pain.

Darkness is eternal. Once you have a taste of its purest state, you lose yourself. Wouldn’t it be amazing to shed these expectations and succumb to it? It’s marvelous.

I wouldn’t let you suffer, my dears. I wouldn’t allow you to go through such pain if you follow my cause. You’d have the freedom to express and the freedom to hurt others. No more hiding, no more turning the other cheek!

You’d be your **true** self.

Beautiful. Dark. Seductive. Unstoppable.

*Unhinged*.

That is what I need her to be. She has the power to bring all the mutts to their knees. For when their time comes, they will come groveling at her feet and begging for forgiveness. She’s a goddess in her own right, and oh, she’ll be beautiful.

Even now, as I watch her sleep, my mind floods with images of her extravagant beauty once dipped in darkness. At how much command she’ll have over the werewolves with her might of the Moon Goddess. Not even that stupid woman will stop what is to come.

Kiya. The beautiful avatar who has enough anger and hatred to shatter lives. Of course, like a fool, she tries to hide it. But let’s be real here. She wishes she could destroy Zircon Moon in its entirety. She wishes to avenge her lost inner child; her stolen innocence and broken adolescence. Is it right that she must deal with the jerks who suffer no repercussions for tossing her headfirst in hellfire?

That is where I come in.

Whether or not she knows it, she needs me. She needs someone to tell her it’s okay to feel hatred. It’s okay to feel like she wants to hurt people. It’s okay to want to walk in the blood of those who walked on hers.

It’s okay.

It’ll all be okay.

Even the moon has a dark side.

I run my knuckles along her still cheek, savoring her warmth. They found themselves in her curls afterward; in one springy obsidian coil after another. I can smell the darkness brewing deep within her, reaching out to claim their one true love.

And I *will* have her. I *must* have her.

She’s the key to my success and the harbinger of the world’s fall.

No matter the obstacles in my way, it won’t stop me. It won’t stop me from claiming the woman in my bed as mine. And I **do** intend to claim her in so many ways. She deserves someone like me.

Not to worry about that pathetic Alpha. He’ll never have what never belonged to him. He ruined his chance. And I’ll see that he suffers under the weight of his sins.

Him, his father, and the rest of their accursed bloodline.

Chaos is a storm that will consume all that get close. It’ll be a bumpy ride.

And I’m taking *you* along the journey of beautiful darkness.

Because I **am** the bad guy.