Creepypasta Origin Stories

Ruby Darkness

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Hello, I am Ruby Darkness. The story you are about to read is how I became what I am today. It is simple really but for you to understand completely I must go into more detail. I was the daughter of a wealthy family they were quite often going to banquets and various events to which I had to follow. I disliked the banquets, as I was always in the light. I preferred the shadows, and I felt safe when I was within them. There was another reason I went to the banquets, His name was Marcus, He had been a family friend for many a year, though he was from a family with a heritage of knights.
Marcus was also my betrothed, for a time, until the fateful day. Our families had planned my wedding, and Marcus was to be wed to me the following spring. Till then I attended all banquets with him. Although I was meant to be a noble young lady, I was quite eccentric, I was fond of swords and Marcus taught me to use one, I was quite fine with a sword and eventually Marcus had taught me everything he knew, I surpassed him in skill and he gifted me with a beautiful black cloak, made of velvet and inlaid with silk, There was one problem, I did not have a sword of my own by this time, being the spoilt person I was I demanded a sword, Marcus after some coercing agreed and bought me a fine sword. I hid the sword away, I didn't touch it unless I was alone or with Marcus.
One day I fell ill, or so my parents believed, they were distraught as I lay close to death, I lay in the shadows and slowly my health worsened. My parents left my side for quite some time at one point as they went to ask about certain arrangements, thinking my life would cease, which it did, though not to their knowledge, the night they left was the night the shadows whispered to me, a soothing mesmerising sound it was, within minutes my heart had stopped. But it was only a minute later that I opened my eyes, I asked for Marcus and that was when I noticed it, I could touch the shadows as if they were living creatures, surely I would have been tried for witch craft had any one found out, so I bid them away, they obeyed. It was unknown to me then that my true soul had been lost to a demon, who granted me their powers in return.
I continued with my life, as I had begun to recover, my parents said I had been touched by an angel, but from the darkness that spread within me, forming a new soul, I knew that was not the case. I attended more banquets and balls and Marcus lovingly showered me with gifts, but without my knowledge my emotions were fading.
One day Marcus left our town and rode away to serve as a guard for someone important for a few months, when he returned he said he was sorry, that we did not have much time together, he feared for his life and that something had happened, a terrible mistake. While on his guard the person died, they were murdered, it was thought he had done it and there was nothing anyone could do, if they found him he would be sentenced to death. I wept at that but Marcus dried my tears telling me he loved me and I made him happy, the time we spent together was time well spent. Although it was quite improper, for a week I ran away with him, we spent time in each other's arms, I dressed in the plainest clothes I could find, as did he and we spent the nights together.
When I returned with Marcus I rushed to my family, spinning a tale of being lost in the woods, which Marcus had found me in and returned me safely. My family cast him away calling him a murderer, unfortunately that was the beginning of the horror, my father had handed him over and he was, of course, sentenced to death. I was distraught and my mother stood by my father on his decision, saying that their daughter should not marry a man who had taken another's life without good reason.
I never got to say goodbye.
The night of Marcus's execution neared and I remained in the shadows in my family manor, if I left I wore the cloak he had given me, the hood up and I beckoned for the shadows to hide me, no one saw me passing by unless I allowed myself to be seen, my brown eyes showing my grief for what was nearing. I remained silent, almost completly emotionless, then the night of his execution I was forced to watch.
The executioner asked Marcus for his last words, he looked straight at me and nodded.
"I love you, please do not forget that." Then the axe was brought down and the precise moment it hit Marcus I screamed, tears streamed from my eyes and then it was dark. When I was able to see again I was surrounded by shadows and I was watching everything from them, Marcus's now decapitated body lay off to the side and  everyone was running wildly, I was clueless, then it dawned on me, I had used my shadow gift and was now within the shadow realm, My cloak was wrapped around me so I drew the hood and stepped out. The world around me had changed, I didn't care for anyone around me, I merely disappeared again, showing up at my old home I grabbed the sword and slung it over my shoulder I walked out but spotted my reflection in the mirror, who was I? I looked different, my black hair was now threaded through with a golden blonde and my brown eyes appeared slightly red, the cause of it all had been the demon who stole my soul. I grinned noticing my sharp canine teeth. I thirsted for blood, yet I was not a vampire, I hungered for souls, yet I was not a demon, I mourned and could scream like a banshee, yet I was not any of those things, I was merely a beast.
A rush of hatred flared in me and that was it, the end of the girl I once was. I allowed myself to be caught and tried for witch craft, of course I was found guilty, I didn't care, it is possible I was a witch, after all I commanded the shadows that stopped me burning at the stake, I commanded the shadows to create things, with that my appearance changed even more, eventually I slaughtered my parents, I blamed my father for Marcus's death, I longed to join him in death, but every time the shadows saved me.
Emotions abandoned me, Hatred, anger and darkness are all that was left of me, very few emotions were left. I willed the shadows to create me two new forms, one that of a demon, with wings of ebony and eyes of the most shadowed black, the other that of a vampire, with fangs like knives and eyes of a bloodied crimson. I terrorised towns for centuries, now that I could not die. I slaughtered and stole souls and lives and the blood of innocents, I drank and feasted. It was not until recently that a few emotions returned, boredom was quite an annoying one, so I began to toy with my victims, appearing as a shadow at the edge of their vision, following them silently, and watching as they began to get uncomfortable, my presence there, yet not. I had nowhere to stay, so I cleared an abandoned warehouse of the pesky trash that stayed there, the penniless drunks and the drug fuelled peasants that milled around in a fit of stupidity, they didn't care that I was there, until I decided to play a game of cat and mouse, one by one I killed them. But I didn't feast, my sword was slick with their blood, and was chipped, I merely repaired it with shadows and went about finding a new target, I finally found them.
Warn the people you love if you wish, run if you want, but you have only beckoned the shadow.

Okay this is really cool. Love this story btw. I mean I have a CP OC but ain't got a backstory for her. But this is really flippin' cool.