"Darkness. Sometimes even the purest of lights can't illuminate true shadow. Light is a righteous bastion of good. Shadow is evil, twisted and impure." Then what am I? Kraton recited the verse over and over, trying to make sense of it. This saying was common among angels and daemons alike, but it meant nothing to the outcast. For he didn't truly know what he was.

"Hell's reject... Heaven's outcast... is their any place that will accept me?" Kraton whispered, but he didn't know why. Their was nobody to hear him, but he still spoke in a silent wispy voice, as smooth as the wind. Only when human skin covered his body did he feel vaguely normal.

Kraton sighed. He knew when his life had taken a turn for the worse. It was Hades' fault, he had tempted Kraton with power, but it had cost the outcast dearly. It had cost him his life. Well, everything but his life actually.

He was sitting cross legged in a forest, just enjoying his small slice of humanity. The birds chirping in the trees, the winds whistling throughout the wood, the river washing impurities out of the forest. Am I an impurity? Or a purity? "He he..." Kraton chuckled slightly at the repetition of his own thoughts.

The outcast rose slowly, before wandering of in a random direction, letting his feet take him anywhere. Before long, he reached a river. It shone spectacularly in the declining sun. But that was not what caught Kraton's eye first.

A naked beauty swam in the lake, her eyes closed and a tender smile spread across her perfect face. "Is this... a dream?" Kraton's eyes remained glued to the woman in the lake, with the words that escaped his mouth barely even recognizable as speech.

It was many minutes before Kraton said anything more, he was simply admiring her from afar. He could have stopped but he felt like he needed to keep watching her, like it gave him his humanity. But then something happened that Kraton certainly had not expected.

The women's eyes snapped to Kraton. She stared at him dangerously, almost warning him to leave. But Kraton couldn't move, something in his mind told him to stay put. The lady licked her lips and shot yet another deadly look at him. After the same result, she began to swim towards her clothes.

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