Devilish secretary - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Darkness
Content Warning: Graphic violence and severe punishment. Not suitable for sensitive readers.

Darkness was born quietly…even other personality got no ideas.. after that day he disappeared..

He didn’t appear until again when ray had Accident… which triggered him.

“I will shoot you!!!” Said Nyom brown “I wil kill your so called girlfriend…” He said loudly…he wanted to kill her who knows because of lack money his people refused to do work…all are good for nothing however he can still threaten this man.

Darkness didn’t move.

He stood quietly in that broken building like a shadow cast by the past. His black coat fluttered slightly from the wind that snuck in through the cracked windows. His eyes didn’t blink. His chest barely rose.

Across from him, Nyom’s hand tightened on the gun.

“I will shoot you!!!” Nyom shouted, his voice wild. “You think I won’t? Don’t test me!”

Darkness didn’t flinch.

“I’ll kill your girlfriend too!” Nyom screamed. “That orphan whore who stole your life—who’s making you weak!”

But still, Darkness didn’t respond.

The silence stretched longer. It was maddening.

Nyom’s eyes twitched. His hands shook—not from fear, but from confusion. From frustration. From that feeling deep in his chest that something was wrong. That something was watching. That maybe he wasn’t alone with just a man… maybe this thing in front of him wasn’t even human.

Because Darkness was not born with sound.

He didn’t scream his way into existence. He didn’t cry or beg or claw for control like the others did.

He was born in silence.

Born on the day the real Sebastian lost his final ounce of warmth.

Even the other personalities—Gray, Alexander, Ray had no idea when it happened. There were no warning signs. No switch.

Just emptiness.

That’s how Darkness was born.

And after that day, he disappeared.

He hid deep inside the mind, far behind the laughter of Ray, the perfection of Alexander, and the calmness of Gray. He waited. He watched.

He didn’t appear again until years later..when Ray had that accident.

Ray, the innocent one, who never harmed anyone, who only loved and smiled…when he was hit by that car and left in the hospital…

That pain triggered him again and when Darkness came back, he remembered everything.

Every scream.

Every cut.

Every word Nyom had whispered to him like poison.

Now, in the present, Darkness slowly took a step forward.

Nyom raised the gun higher, sweat dripping down his temple.

“I’ll shoot!” he said again, more desperate this time but Darkness only looked at him, voice calm and chilling.

“You won’t,” he said.

“Because if you could, you would’ve already.”

Nyom’s lips parted, confused.

And that’s when Darkness smiled. Slowly…like a nightmare waking up.

“You’re not the monster anymore,” he whispered.

“I am.”

The wind outside howled louder, as if nature itself was warning Nyom to run.

But it was too late.

He had already locked eyes with a demon…A demon he created.

Darkness moved forward, one step at a time.

Not fast.

Not loud.

Just steady.

Nyom’s hand trembled. The gun clattered to the ground.

“Stay back!” he shouted, voice cracking.

Darkness said nothing. His eyes were sharp, focused only on the man in front of him. His coat dragged like a cloak of shadows, and each step echoed like the ticking of a clock counting down Nyom’s life.

“I MADE YOU!!!” Nyom screamed. “You were weak! I taught you how to survive!”

Darkness tilted his head slightly. “No,” he whispered.

“You taught me how to kill.”

And then..he lunged.

Faster than Nyom could react.

His fist slammed into Nyom’s jaw, throwing him backward into a rusted pillar. The impact rattled the old structure. Nyom groaned, spitting blood as he tried to crawl away. But before he could lift his hand—

CRACK!

Darkness kicked his ribs.

Once. Twice. Until Nyom coughed blood and curled in pain.

“You remember the chair?” Darkness said coldly, grabbing Nyom by the hair and yanking his face up.

Nyom’s blood-covered lips trembled.

“Let me show you how it felt.”

Darkness dragged him across the floor like a ragdoll, uncaring of the screams. He found a broken wooden chair nearby and slammed Nyom down on it.

Then he pulled out a handful of nails from his coat pocket—long, cold, and sharp.

Nyom’s eyes widened in horror.

“N-No… no, no, please—”

But Darkness had no mercy.

He hammered the nails into the seat.

One by one. Slowly.

So. Very. Slowly.

Each thud of the hammer echoed across the room like a death drum.

Then he forced Nyom to sit on them.

Nyom screamed. A sound so raw and broken that even the rats hiding in the shadows froze.

Blood seeped through his pants. His body shook violently.

But Darkness only leaned in close.

“This is nothing compared to what you did to me,” he whispered.

“You had year to torture me. I only need one night.”

And then—

He began.

Punches to the face until Nyom’s nose cracked and his lips split open.

He carved small lines across his arms with a blade, just as Nyom had once done to him.

“You said Carter heirs don’t feel?” He twisted the blade slowly into Nyom’s shoulder.

“Then feel this.”

Nyom was sobbing now.

Not crying.

Sobbing.

Begging. Whimpering. His pride long gone.

But Darkness didn’t stop.

He broke two of Nyom’s fingers, just enough so they bent the wrong way.

He hit him with a steel pipe until one leg went limp.

And finally when Nyom was half-dead, broken, covered in blood and vomit, crying in pain—

Darkness knelt beside him.

“You’re still alive?” he asked softly.

Nyom blinked slowly, unable to speak.

Darkness gently tapped his face.

“Good.”

He stood up and adjusted his gloves, wiping off the blood without care.

“You won’t die,” he said.

“Because I want you to live long enough to watch the world forget you. I want you to rot slowly like you made me rot in that dark room.”

He leaned in close one last time and whispered:

“Welcome to your hell, Nyom Brown. It’s only just begun.”

And then, with that calm, terrifying smile,

Darkness disappeared into the night.