Grayson's demon had pushed him out of the dream. Instead of hitting the ground and waking up, he fell deeper into the dark.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
It was all consuming, like the air around him. It was on his skin, tickling the little hairs. It was tangled in his hair and beard, sinking into his nails. It was in his ears, making them ring loudly. It was in his eyes, making it difficult to see. It was in his mouth and nose, the smell and taste becoming unbearable as bitter sourness filled him.
He coughed, trying to expel it. But it ended up filling him up more.
He tried touching his face, only to be met with the inability to feel.
Was he still falling?
Or did the darkness swallow him up like water?
He did not know. The only thing he knew, was that he liked it.
No.
Not like.
He loved it.
Closer, closer it came. Turning every part of him into the darkness.
Closer, closer. Coursing through his veins. Like a drug.
His heart pumping it closer.
THUMP.
Closer... closer.
'Would it be so bad if I just... let it consume me?'
THUMP.
THU-THUMP.
"Grayson."
His ears perked up.
THU-THUMP
'Ellie?'
The dark receded but stayed close. His one thought being the woman he loves who helps keep the darkness away.
THU-THUMP.
At least for a while.
Grayson opened his eyes.
He saw the snow that was falling rapidly and the snow on the ground. He lifted his head to see red splattered across the white ground like paint on a canvas.
Sounds of animals fighting filled his ears as the ringing from his dark decent faded.
He was back.
His head spun, no doubt from the hit endured earlier but he felt...different.
Oddly, he felt stronger. Powerful.
Although everything hurt.
Grunting, he pulled himself up onto his knees, keeping his head down to keep the pain at bay.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his beloved sword. He clumsily grabbed it, wanting to kiss the hilt but decided to wait until he could lift his head.
Grayson stumbled to his feet.
He felt drunk. It made him chuckle; he missed the feeling more than he thought he did.
Planting his feet under him in an awkward stance, he began searching for the flask he knew had some whiskey in it. He patted his body with one hand, shoving it into pockets until he came upon the smooth, cold glass.
The corner of his mouth lifted in triumph.
Swinging his head back dramatically to allow gravity to do its job with his drink, he subtly took in the scene.
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Grayson's Veil
Fantasy"Ah Grayson," He drawled as he extended an arm with sharp claws to lean against the tree, "you finally stopped ignoring me. Do you know what this means?" The demon's smile only seemed to get wider, the eyes following suit. In a blink of an eye he wa...
