Half an hour after the 7 Powerful Dark presences vanished, a cataclysmic black power throbbed in the cellar, its intensity similar to the light presence of the female.

One by one all the bottles shattered in the cellar, the wooden racks breaking and falling down as the entity manifested in the middle of the room.

The figure stood still in the cellar, as he calmly took in the damage his manifesting power had wreaked. He took in the two heartbeats in the house of the humans sleeping above, and carefully leashed his power so no sliver of it escaped.

He was not permitted to interfere in their lives. He was not permitted to be near their true forms.

A burst of energy shot out from his control as anger swirled through him at the reminder, causing the souls of the sleeping human to shiver, sensing their death.

He closed off his mind to these thoughts as he calmed down again.

After sometime, he walked forward to the small room with the dust of a skeleton. Standing above it, his eyes scanned the pile of powder. There, he saw ashes of paper.

One thought from him and the ashes floated up, time reversing for it. Beautifully, it transformed again to the letter it originally had been. The figure took it from the air. As it was prohibited for him to establish any form of contact with the Eight, he did not know anything of their thoughts regarding the future.

He had kept searching for a loophole, any ways he could take an informed decision which could help them, but having no information, he had not. Because if his action, his decision went astray, all would be lost for them.

He had needed to be careful.

This letter, could actually help. This had been written near death, which meant, Taehyung would have remembered by then.

This was what he had been searching for. Any such clues.

The figure started reading.

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Fairy,

My fairy . . . I wont meet you after this, will I? and when I do, I wont recognize what you mean to me . . . and the cycle will continue. We are caught on a never ending loop, are we not?

I don't want to die. Now I don't want it to end.

My strength is gone. My body is weak. But my mind fractured, at last. With the weakening of my human body, my True self burst through my mind. I remember.

I remember who I am.

Who we are.

But most importantly, who you are.

I need you, Princess I need you with an ache which is worse than any death. The pain beneath my skin is a vicious living entity which is clawing me away. Eating me from the inside. I need you in my arms. I need you. We need you.

As soon as my body perishes the curse will take affect Fairy. I wont be able to touch you, and I don't know when I will get the chance to be born with you again. When I will, I will have lost my memories, and by the time I fall in love, maybe you or I will be separated again.

I cant take that! I cant! Not again!

We were beings who were living without knowing what life meant, Until You. Can they not see that we belong to you now? Why did their fear twist our fabric of reality? Each death is ending us, each life is draining us when we cant get you. If this cycle continues, then we will end ourselves one day. We will end us from this loop, so at least you might be free.

Which is why we have decided something Love. We will take the chance. We cant, not.

The next life, we will all be born together.

I know what it will mean. I know the absolute agony the elders will curse us with. I remember the conditions, we all do. We know that we will be born in the flames of Pain, blood and degradation. I know the Elders will craft a life for us of subjugation and torment so great, that each second, we will want to give up, kill ourselves. We know they will spin our time in a vicious, brutal shredding so agonizing that our clueless selves will want to choose the sweet bliss of cursed death over the life they will give us.

We also know, should we die, should we choose to kill ourselves, we will lose you. Permanently.

I know the stakes are high, Love, but we have to chance that against this never ending lifetimes of pain and separation which is no doubt ripping you apart.

Why should you suffer it? what was your crime? Falling in love with us, who were forsaken of anything warm in this world? Of choosing to give us tenderness when we never knew the word? Of fearlessly loving us, who were submerged in darkness the world feared of?

No.

Worry not though, the life they will send us to, will not break us. Even in that torture, we will wait for you. Even in the soul numbing suffering, we will hold strong, we wont give up. Because we know, I know, you will come to us as you did in reality. That you will save us from it, as you did in the past.

We will be given a portion of our powers too. If we succeed in that lifetime, then the circle will end, the curse will end, Fairy.

I want that time. I know it will be hard, forces will be present in that life to pull us apart, to take you away, but we will make it. We have to. And we will.

I am ending this now Fairy, my time draws near.

You are my identity. You are my God. You are the soul which gives me strength.

You are ours, as we are yours.

I loved you fiercely in this life. I love you achingly as me. and I will love you consumingly beyond death.

I failed again in this time. I keep failing, but I will not in the next. I vow it to you Fairy, I wont in my next. We will fight against them, fight against time itself, to love you again.

To hold you again.

To kiss those sweet lips again.

Wait for us My Love. Please. Even through the cascading waterfall of pain, wait for us. Never take back your hand Fairy, we will reach for it again. We will grasp it again.

And when I meet you, I will make you mine, again.

Have your blood in me. Again.

It was an honor being your friend and lover in this life. It was my blessing, that you fell in love with me again.

The others are here, so fear not, in my death, I wont be alone. My breaths are growing fainter now. I am ceasing to be the Taehyung you were going to get married with. Forgive me of that Fairy. I wanted that future too. So many of our dreams will remain just that. Dreams.

You'll follow me in death, I know that. Don't be afraid, I wont let you be alone. I will be here, waiting, till I see you one last time.

This shall be my last Letter to you. Farewell Love.

Until the next time our eyes meet again. Until the time, I take you in my arms and kiss you again.

Only Yours,

Taehyung.

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The figure felt his energy swirling round and round within himself. The anger, the despair in him becoming tighter and fiercer. The letter burnt down crisply but the pain of the figure did not end. Until with a scream of utter desolation, he let loose all his power.

The house could not take the power strike. The ground beneath shook powerfully as the strip of earth trembled. The surrounding houses, roads and structures broke apart, collapsing on themselves in the late night. All the unsuspecting humans in the houses died instantly when his dark energy touched them. Including the two in the house.

It took sometime for the surrounding to settle down again.

Not that the figure cared,

His mind was racing with what he learnt.

If the seven did enter that life, the unfortunate circumstances of their birth would not be the only problem. What the elders had kept quiet about had been their power. They were correct that as compensation, a portion of their power would be granted, but what was unknown to them was that their control over that power would be unstable.

That power itself would be the cause of possible separation. Added to it, not only if they died, powers would be at play to separate them completely, especially the girl from them. Whether by emotion or by death, if they succeeded, the elders would take away the knowledge of the seven from the girl.

They would take away even the smallest smidgen of the memories of their time together. In these lives, or their reality.

As it was, the seven would indeed be born in a life of utter desolation, drowning in an ocean of torment and torture designed specifically for every second to drown them. If they broke, they would lose her permanently.

And their pain, their subjugation, would pierce and stab her. gift her with yet more punishing, unrelenting ache.

And he could not see that happen.

He had remained quiet for a long time now. Had seen the eight suffer, all because the Princess had decided to overlook the Prophecy. Instead choosing to fall in love with the danger she should have killed.

And this was the reward of that goodness? Of that purity??

NO. NO LONGER.

They would need support and she would need someone she could rely on. Someone she could trust. Someone, who loved her. They would need it, if they wanted to succeed.

And HE, would be that for them. After all, his power was at par with hers, and just as dark as theirs.

A smile formed on his face. He was known to different world by various names, may it be Kronzolone, or Muakfith, or Zecrominshay.

But the ones he loved were "tŭmen bliznak" , "mørk tvilling" or sötét iker.

Because he, was just that.

The Dark Twin.

And it was time, that he was born in the lifetime they were headed to.

As the figure vanished from the ruins of the entire city his anger and bitterness had destroyed, the Elders witnessing it shivered a little in dread.

The Nine Gemmis were headed to be reunited. The Eight lights would merge. If that happened, then no power in the entire Universe would be above them. Power, would become a name derived from them.

If the Dark cocooned the Light within itself and the Eight merged, gods and goddesses would have to bow before them.

And the first step towards that possibility was the human lifetime they were headed to.

The Elders needed them to fail, wanted them to be separated again. Needed them to die before they completed the goal of unlocking it during their human lifetime. But maybe, life and universe had different plans. It swirled around the Destiny still sleeping for it to be awakened, it brushed out the path of their fates.

The collision, their meeting was bound to happen.

In spectacular crescendo dance of Storms of Fate.

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A/N : And this marks the ending of Letters.

A beautiful and talented writer (i am claiming her to be my frnd as well😌) Imnotlauriane has made an extremely poignant cover of this story...

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And no, what the nine are, what the Female and the Boys are, is an information that I have yet not revealed, but . . . You can speculate

All I can say is if any one of the eight are killed, or die, or choose death or give up on their love. Or if she rejects their dark power/ dark urges or desire, do not accept the darkness or do not accept them, completely. But the boys don't want to hurt her.

But the life of torture pain and subjugation, will the boys be able to survive it? or will they give up?

If they do, will they let her know, let her see all the darkness in them? Give her the chance to accept it? knowing it might hurt her?

Will they lose her to the other powers planning her demise?

Will their emotions stay stable? Will they remain stable in the love between dark and light?

Will they be able to truly understand what love means, and not just obsession? Or will their own cravings cage them in?

Their dark desires will be as dangerous and seductive as her love will be giving and beautiful.

Follow their journey in Storms of Fate!

More prequels will be out slowly.

And here is another beautiful cover by a very special person who reached out to me for this, i was truly touched elisemoniz

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