User:Ihideinthedark

As I looked in the mirror I scowled. For thousands of years (Or at least what felt like thousands) I had always hated myself for being unable to save my own species. I'm also what many would describe as a cruel unfeeling dictator. No one would ever want me as their king but luckily I wasn't ruling over my subjects because I had wanted to or because I was their true heir. I was ruling them for revenge. Allow me to explain me and my methods I am no true monster I just look like one. For years I had lived in icy caves and caverns and I didn't mind. After all, with me I had family, friends, a decent job that paid well, a cute girlfriend with a charming personality, everything that a guy like me could ask for. My current life was perfect or so I thought. A neighboring country saw themselves as beautiful because of their bizarre skins. Their skins looked like they were made of some kind of glistening rock! but they thought of me and my people as freakish monsters that didn't deserve to exist. The main reason why they thought of us as monsters was because me and my people had curved horns adorning our foreheads (one horn per person) The neighbors thought our methods and ways of life were strange and foreign and they hated us deeply. It went like that for a while but then HE came... I didn't know what the hell he was but he was defiantly insane and powerful a bad combination. That creature destroyed everything I knew and loved and more. Thankfully the creature was defeated quickly thanks to two rulers from a foreign country. But sadly it had destroyed my tribe. I was the one of the few survivors of the beast's foul attack in my country. You would think that that's a good thing right? wrong. I'm not even sure how I survived the monster's attack in the first place but when I struggled with my injuries to get to the neighboring country and ask them to aid me in the search for other survivors as well as food, shelter, and medical supplies but they refused claiming that the monster's attack had damaged buildings ruined food and that all the medical supplies they had were being used by the injured in their country. Their lies failed to fool me. I was one of the smartest in my country and even if I wasn't anyone could see that there was not even the slightest hint of damage within their kingdom nor was their ruined food or a single injured citizen (I checked the hospital there weren't any there either). I stormed out of the disgusting kingdom as fast as my injured legs could carry me. As I came back to my country in ruins a young child was pleading for his mother. Sadly for him it appeared that there was only one way for his mother and him to be reunited. So I took the sharpest thing I could find (an icicle) and I rammed it into his small, barely beating heart. His warm blood gushed out and I drank it. I drank deeply as I hadn't had anything to drink during the long journey from my ruined country to the neighboring wealthy country (that was too greedy to offer some water). Some other survivors saw me do it and tried to limp away from me in fear that I had gone mad but they weren't fast enough. I soon caught up to them and I killed them. Now I know that you're probably thinking that I did that because I became a monster but no I actually had only the best intentions for my people. I knew they were suffering. I knew that our only local source of help was of no use. I knew that if I didn't do something they'd suffer long, slow painful deaths. So I ended their lives quickly and almost painlessly. After ending the lives of my friends and family with the cold kiss of my icicle blade I had almost forgot why I had returned to the ruins in the first place! I had to take revenge on that damned country the only way I knew how. I found some armor in the ruins and put it on. I also found a crown and a kingly robe I put them on too. If the neighbor country wants me to suffer then I'll make them suffer instead to see if they like it. I came back to their horrid country and stormed into the throne room of their castle. The ruler just rolled her eyes and shooed me away. Infuriated by this insult I grabbed her crystal scepter out of her grasp and gut her alive with it. I enjoyed every gory second of it as I watched my tormentor slowly die. Her guards tried to kill me of course but I was prepared because I am smart. With a simple spell I turned their legs into stone and laughed at them at they struggled to get me. but to their disappointment they saw that there was a new king on their throne: me. I had enslaved them all and I barely broke a sweat. But that's enough about me now the subject of my methods. I would torture my slaves by the hour and enjoy listening to their screams and pleas for mercy. I laughed when I saw them in pain and I loved inventing new ways to make them suffer some personal favorites of mine would be to impale them with crystals that would grow sharp jagged edges inside their bodies and another would be to place sharp crystals at the bottom of a seemingly endless staircase and push a slave down it. These were what I'd do to them when I was in a good mood! When I was in a bad mood then I would heat crystals to the point where they were about to shatter then I'd shove them in a slave's eyes, ears, and mouth I'd also make the slave swallow the burning sharp crystals in it's mouth. Because of these my slaves often begged me to send them to the mines although they'd die of suffocation on the daily basis. I didn't like it actually but I do need crystals in order to get my punishments to work properly and if they were willing to do it then I'd let them do it. Where did I get the ideas for these cruel and horrid punishments you might wounder? simple. I saw the country's first king do them on me and my people long long before the monster ever set foot (well in it's case hoof) on my country. My hated for that kingdom had built up because of that horrible king. I was completely aware of how painful the punishments were because that evil king put a curse on me. A curse of Immortality. He used that curse to torture me with those methods that I now use myself. So who's the monster? me? or the ones that drove me to it? I am simply taking my sweet sweet revenge that's gone ice-cold the way it's supposed to be served. But sadly two foreign rulers couldn't see things my way. They turned me into a being of shadow and banished me back to the icy caverns I lived in. I didn't mind being banished but I wasn't done with my glorious revenge yet so I took the kingdom with me. I tried to finish my revenge but the new princess of the country forbade it. I was a split second too late to retrieve my kingdom but and I died because of it (it surprised me greatly I didn't even know I could die) but I AM SOMBRA KING OF SHADOWS! and with the assistance of the creatures I've been acquainted with that call themselves creepypastas I will reclaim my crown! but for now I guess I have to get used to the humanoid form I've been given because my original form is unusable since the day it blew up. Never let your guard down dear humans you'll never know when I might want a tasty human for a treat.