Haunted Wood Brighter And Brighter

The inquiry struck her and immediately, Lucy felt very insecure about herself. She had wanted to agree that the darkness could be tranquil, but she knew all to well about the things that hid in the obscurity of night. She turned her slender muzzle to point it toward the pale knight and she frowned. How was it that someone so kind felt so at ease no matter where they wandered? She could hardly believe that Skwol was truly as stalwart as he seemed, but perhaps... perhaps he had found peace where she could not.

Mouth gaping, the ghoul tried to form a response, but only stammered over herself before huffing a sigh through flared nostrils. “I used to think so,” she finally muttered to him, but she felt shamed to admit it. “It seems that I've only found all the vile things in this world belong to the darkness.” It was where all the evil creatures felt safe, she believed, because nothing so foul could stand in the light. It did often make her wonder if she too belonged there. Was she not painted in the deepest of pitch? Perchance, this was the reason why she had been haunted through her life. The devils were trying to pull her back to their grasp.