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Chapter 233: Chapter 233 Damon’s Abyss (1)
Damon leaned against the door, his body slowly sliding down until he sat on the cold floor, his back pressed against the door. His usually composed expression crumbled as he let out a shuddering breath, the weight of his emotions crashing down on him all at once. For a moment, he just sat there, feeling the ache in his chest grow stronger with each passing second.
He thought he had good self-control—he prided himself on it, in fact. But tonight, as he inhaled the scent of Lucas all over Kyra, it took everything he had not to lose himself to the rage simmering beneath the surface. He didn’t join them at dinner, couldn’t bring himself to sit there and pretend everything was fine. The mere thought of Kyra with Lucas tore at him, a silent torture he couldn’t escape.
He had locked himself away in his study room, a place that had always been a heaven for him, where he could lose himself in designing clothes, in creating something beautiful out of nothing. But tonight, even that couldn’t distract him. He leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes, trying to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
Why was his life so complicated? Why was happiness always just out of reach?
His sister had left him alone in the world. His Beast father, in more ways than one, had abandoned him without knowing the whole truth, leaving him to navigate a world that offered nothing but pain. His mother didn’t even know he existed. He was alone, always alone, no matter how many people surrounded him.
And then there was Benjamin. The friend he had trusted above all others, the one who had stood by him through the worst of it—only to betray him in the end. Sandra, the woman they had both chased, had turned out to be nothing more than a cruel joke. She had rejected them both at first, only to accept them later, but that acceptance had come with a price. The truth, when it finally came out, was more than he could bear.
Three years ago, Damon had learned what Benjamin and Sandra had been planning all along, and it had shattered what little trust he had left in the world. He had fought all his life—fought to survive, fought to protect what little he had, fought to find some semblance of happiness—but every battle left him more scarred than before.
His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms as he tried to keep himself together. But the memories kept flooding back, each one more painful than the last. He remembered coming back to Spirit City when he was twenty-five, hoping for a fresh start, only to find that his beast of a father and his elusive mother had moved away, leaving him with nothing but an empty home and a heart full of unanswered questions.
He had been surprised when Benjamin still remembered him, still wanted to be friends after all that time. They had rekindled their friendship, and for a brief moment, Damon had allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. They had even decided to chase after Sandra together, the female who had once been the most beautiful in spirt city town But now, all that seemed so distant, so meaningless.
The truth of his sister’s death, the betrayal of the people he thought he could trust, the constant struggle just to keep going—it was all too much. Damon felt like he was drowning, unable to catch his breath, unable to find solid ground.
He was expressionless now, his face a mask of pain and bitterness. He had fought for so long, but what had it gotten him? Nothing. No love, no happiness, just an endless cycle of suffering. As he sat there on the floor, his fists clenched tightly, he realized that he didn’t even have a reason to smile anymore.
All he wanted was to be happy, to find something, anything, that could give his life meaning. But every time he reached for it, it slipped through his fingers, leaving him more broken than before.
Damon’s thoughts spiraled deeper into darkness as he sat alone in his study. His hands trembled with the effort to keep himself composed, but the bitterness that had taken root inside him was too strong, too overwhelming.
He had spent so much of his life chasing happiness, trying to cling to some remnant of his soul, but what had it ever brought him? Nothing but pain, betrayal, and loneliness.
"They all left me, betrayed me," he whispered to the empty room, his voice raw with anger. "Every single one of them. My father, my mother, my sister... They all left me to rot. And for what? What did I do wrong? Why am I the one who’s always left behind?"
His eyes burned with unshed tears, but his expression twisted into something more sinister as he fought to keep them from falling. "I was never good enough for them," he muttered, his voice dripping with venom. "I was never strong enough, never important enough. But they’ll see... They’ll all see what happens when you push someone too far."
Damon’s thoughts grew darker, more twisted as he let himself sink into the rage that had been building inside him for years. He could feel it clawing at his insides, demanding release, begging to be unleashed upon the world that had wronged him so many times.
"I don’t need them," he snarled, his fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. "I don’t need anyone. I’ll make them regret ever abandoning me. I’ll make them pay for everything they did to me."
His thoughts were consumed by the need for vengeance, by the burning desire to make the world suffer as he had suffered. The idea of destroying everything around him, of tearing down the people who had hurt him, filled him with a sick satisfaction.
