In the forsaken town of Ravenhurst, shrouded in perpetual twilight, there lived a spiritually corrupt family who gave birth to a daughter named Arial, a child destined for darkness. Born into a lineage of malevolent practitioners, Arial's existence seemed predestined for evil. From a tender age, she exhibited an uncanny affinity for the dark arts, as if the shadows themselves whispered secrets in her ear.
As she grew, Arial's fascination with malevolence only intensified, and her actions became increasingly sinister. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Arial's life was cut short in a brutal and mysterious manner, her body discovered in a ritualistic setting, leaving the townsfolk to whisper about the darkness that had consumed her.
Yet, in a twist of dark fate, Arial's spirit refused to rest. She was reborn in the vibrant city of the 1999, her memories of the past life still lingering like a festering wound. With her past experiences and newfound consciousness, Arial found herself at a crossroads, torn between the remnants of her dark heritage and the unfamiliar glow of a new life.
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the cry of the newborn baby pierced the delivery room, a sense of unease settled over the medical staff. The nurse who had assisted with the delivery suddenly collapsed to the ground, her lifeless body eerily still. The sound of the baby's wail seemed to reverberate through the room in a cacophony of tones.
The other nurses rushed to their colleague's side, frantically trying to revive her, but it was too late. Panic set in as they realized the gravity of the situation, and they hastily evacuated the room, leaving the baby alone with its mother.
The mother's eyes, heavy with the weight of medication and exhaustion, locked onto her child, and her heart skipped a beat. She attempted to scream, but her voice was trapped in her throat. The baby's forehead bore a striking, star-shaped mark, an unusual blemish that seemed almost... ominous.
As the baby continued to cry, an unnatural, pulsating energy began to emanate from its tiny body. The mother's eyes widened in horror as she felt an icy presence spreading through her veins, as if some malevolent force had taken hold. Her body arched in agony, and then, in an instant, she was still, her life force extinguished by the very presence of her child.
The incident was captured on camera when the nurses went to report to the doctor on duty. They attempted to contact the woman's husband, but they were informed that he had been involved in an accident on his way to the hospital. No one dared to enter the room until an old woman, who was cleaning the passage to the delivery room, witnessed the incident. She seemed unfazed by what she saw. The woman laughed as she entered the room to collect the child.
"What a gift" she stated, smiling at the baby. She slowly turned to the camera with a mysterious face and an evil smile. Instantly, the camera exploded, and the old woman vanished without a trace.
*15 years later*
"Arial, I dare you to jump from this tree!" a boy shouted from the base of the tree, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The tree towered above them, its branches creaking ominously in the wind. I refused, but the children began to chant my name, "Arial! Arial! Arial!" Their eyes gleamed with excitement as they egged me on.
The group of teenagers, all dressed in Joker costumes, had planned a sinister game. They invited my friend and I to explore the woods, intending to isolate and harm me. Kelvin, however,who was my friend seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being.
"No, Arial, don't do it!" Kelvin shouted, trying to intervene. But my confidence was unwavering.
"If I jump, what's my reward, Conrad?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm. The group exchanged uneasy glances, their smiles faltering.
"Jump, and your reward will be... our lives," Conrad stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. The others protested, their voices rising in a cacophony of fear.
"Are you insane? That's too much!"
"What if she survives?"
"I want to go home, count me out!"
Conrad's eyes locked onto mine, his expression calculating. "Guys, chill. She won't survive. Trust me."
Kelvin's face contorted in anger as he rushed toward Conrad, pushing him to the ground. "Are you mad?" Kelvin shouted, his fists clenched.