The TENEBRAE never falls in love, ever. It lives and dies alone. Apart from its black, toxic trail it doesn’t leave a trace of any substance. It feeds on fear and misconception. This is why it has successfully fooled the lesser shadows into thinking that the TENEBRAE is a glorious and powerful creature, as opposed to what it really is: a passing illusion.
The TENEBRAE’s nature never allows it to love, ever. Until one falls… and the world is thrown into chaos. For darkness cannot meet light and light will never know darkness.
It’s a sad, sad existence: the one void of love.
(This was inspired by ppeppina's 'The Tenebrae song'. When she said she felt sorry for the monster, I realized I did too in a way. Icon by bellaarts.)