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The Shadows words washed all over [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNxrN56FuBI]Arin[/url], filling him to the brim with pure, passionate yearning that could ironically elevate him to heaven, if not for the part where heaven was no place for a boy who dreamed of death and destruction night and day to the point where it drove him to the very brink of madness, if not beyond it.

[i]To watch the light fade from the eyes of the pure. To spill the blood of the self-proclaimed innocent. To stand powerful while the world decays. [/i]

Arin's demons were as ecstatic as a child the night before Christmas. His entire body began to shake involuntarily. His muscles ached for zealous action. Even the lack of liquids within his body as a result of hours upon hours without hydration didn't stop the inside of his mouth from salivating. Yes, the boy was still alive, still breathing, and still as delusional as he was the moment he arrived to the island.

[i]We can be of assistance to one another, you and I. Give me your soul, and my power is yours.[/i]

If one happened to gaze into Arin's eyes, they would see pupils as large and black as the shadows that spoke to him as a result of the euphoria he felt hearing the Lord of Shadow speak directly to him and his woeful desires. He could not even focus on one specific pirate. His eyes shot rapidly back and forth between the entire group, thinking, planning, yearning to set their useless souls free. He saw not pirates, not humans, to him they were a mere waste of space, a waste of life, and deserved nothing more than to be purged from this world. No, they didn't deserve to, they [i]needed[/i] to.

By chance, one of the pirates happened to glance at their captive as he sat with his back against the tree, his arms tied to its trunk with rope. The pirates eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat as he lost grip of the playing cards in his hands. He had looked the boy directly in the eyes, and realized one thing, the [i]only[/i] thing they needed to know about him. 

The boy was truly destined to serve the darkness that had plagued their entire lives. 

[b][i]"My soul is yours,"[/i][/b] Arin exclaimed in pure exhilaration. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, moving side to side as a result of his trembling body. [b][i]"MY SOUL IS YOURS,"[/i][/b] He repeated, louder than before. [b][i]"MY SOUL IS YOURS, MY SOUL IS YOURS,"[/i][/b]

The boy was filled to the brim with exhilaration, unaware of the tension and strain this euphoria caused on his body as a result of it being tied to the tree in such a restraining manner. Every inch of Arin's body that wasn't touched by the campfires light began to glow an eerie, ominous red.

[b][i]"I GIVE MY SOUL TO THE LORD OF SHADOW,"[/i][/b]