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Kiba cringes, the pain was immense. Tears trace dark paths down the sides of his muzzle as he clutches himself in a tight embrace. Deep inside him a darkness fights, tearing at his spirit, taking advantage of his weakness. Words force their way into his mind, thoughts that aren't his own. "Please," He whimpers, "Stop." Let me free, I can avenge your pain, I can cure your suffering. Kiba squeezes himself tighter, trying to ignore the voice, trying to force it back into the depth of his mind. The darkness fights back, throbbing within him, spreading tendrils of unease and anger through his body. He is riled by a feral hunger, a dark desire, an insatiable lust. Feel your pain become strength, give in to the power, let your mind be at ease, see the power within yourself. Together we can devise and facilitate the plight of every infidel. Kiba whispers to himself, "I cannot, I will not give in" I am the only one who can help you. Together we can spill the blood of millions, destroy the scum that is society. Kiba wails as pleasure surges through his body at the thought, grinning and letting a dark glimmer creep into his eyes. "I want it," He whimpers, "It would be so good." he grins, "To drag my claws through their flesh, sink my fangs into their throat, teach them the pain and suffering they deserve." Yes, good... A tear streams down kibas muzzle as he is overcome by his desire, as he embraces the darkness within him. His mind fills with shadows, his thoughts strewn in blood. He spreads his arms and laughs. It is time to spread the vengeance of god.... "I am the tool of retribution" Kiba murmurs, "I am the celestial judgement. I am the vengeance of spirit and the destroyer of evil. I am darkness itself. I am power and strength and lust. I am the only, I am the one."

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Kiba awakens with a scream, sobbing and clawing at himself. He is consumed by fear, and pain. The darkness inside him was growing stronger. He was becoming what he hated and feared most. He feels a surge of relief as his claws dig into his flesh, dragging them down his shoulders and arms. Blood begins to stream forth from the wounds soaking the fur on his shoulders and dribbling down his chest, warm, wet... He breathes in the metallic scent of his own blood continuing to claw at his arms, overcome by the pleasurable sensation of the pain and the blood. If he kept doing this he could end it all, he could make the pain go away. It felt so good, the wet warmth, the pulse of his heart pushing the life out of his body through his wounds. over and over he clawed, his fur becoming soaked in red. around him on his sheets the blood stained and spread creeping out away from him. Go away, go away, he thought over and over and he clawed himself, make it all go away. He sobs from the ecstasy of the pain, the release. He was escaping, he would be free. The blood flowed freely, spreading out away from him, releasing everything that made up his suffering, soon darkness was creeping in at the edges of his vision. He felt woozy, light. He laughs, relaxing, enjoying the sensation, the darkness pulled in closer, enveloping him like a sheet as his life slipped away. He let out a final sigh of pleasure as it closed in around him wrapping his arms about himself and smiling as he slipped back into unconsciousness but this time it would be forever...