Book One – Chapter 10

As the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ infiltrated her, their intrusion was brutal, an overpowering force that delved into the very marrow of her bones and Rothar. It was a violation that extended beyond the physical, seeping into the core of her being. No negotiation, no subtle appeal; they seized her forcefully, their cold feelers penetrating her, claiming her essence without compromise.

Upon realising that they were takers, not givers, Midnight resisted. She strained to repel them, to dissolve into the shadows and evade their invasive touch. Yet, she found herself ensnared in a state of numbness, a paralysing grip that surpassed the boundaries of the physical. In the midst of this violation, she recognised their overwhelming strength, a stark display of the chasm between their power and hers — a proclamation of dominance over all beings of darkness. 

They took from her, extracting fragments of her essence. Frustration surged within Midnight, a visceral emotion echoing through the caverns of her being. However, even in this violation, she clung to a crucial truth. She had not willingly surrendered parts of herself. Her all had brought her this far, and she had resisted with all her might — and because of that, she still possessed the potential to become all she could be.

The distinction lay in her refusal to yield; she did not let it passively happen to her but bore the consequences of a fight she lost. The outcome remained the same, yet the difference cut deep. Voluntary surrender meant acquiescing to an imagined fate, but Midnight’s resistance represented a defiant struggle for a better outcome. Resisting left the future uncertain, an undefined path where she fought for the entirety of her potential. It was not a defeat willingly embraced; rather, a battle waged against the inexorable. Even when you lost, you grew from the experience. Amidst the repercussions of a lost battle, she clung to the knowledge that she had never given in, but demanded and fought to be more.