Like a dark stormcloud, it swoops down from out of nowhere, and my every pore absorbs its intense energy. Flashes of lightning radiate from my eyes as my veins begin to faintly glow, my heart races, and my body grows a head taller. It buries my weak self beneath a thick layer of smog. But this is not like putting black armor on a knight - for at least a knight remains brave once their armor is removed.
Once settled, Darkness says,
”Greetings. Why do you never call for me? I have to personally seek you out, but you are skilled at hiding and slipping out of my grasp.”
And I answer, "Because every time we merge, then separate, it's like pulling a sword out of my own body, and the wound takes weeks to heal. Actions have consequences, and they hurt like hell."
"A sword I never put there, and a blade you didn't even dodge, but simply watched pierce you, slowly. But doesn't it feel good once it's gone? If I hadn't come, you never would've removed it, you coward. Without me, you are incapable of pulling out what hurts you."
Darkness laughs, mocking me, and I grit my teeth, because I know it’s right.
"But with you, I become… someone else,” I mumble.
I can hear the frustration in Darkness's voice as it sighs,
"Because you keep yourself ignorant of my nature. I am not a weakness to run from, nor a sword to wield - I am the strength that makes you grasp the weapon, so use me wisely."