( PROPHETS ACHING | joining )

[drachen]

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Wretched screams and echoing wails fill up aching ears as the volume increases each second, stench of burning flesh and warm blood clog nostrils of the creature of damnation, breathes rapid and shaky as own anguish shrieks tear out of a sore throat. The light– it had been blinding and brilliant and harsh as it enveloped the terrified demon; so bright and radiant, surrounding him until nothing but this white light scape remained, ripping and tearing him piece by piece. Until nothing left could remain then comes the empty darkness then intense heat flares up from the place no one wanted to be: Hell.

It had been waiting for the tortured soul to return once more, unyielding and ravenous to destroy and reconstruct him over
[align=center]                and over
                          And OVER.

Rattling sobs shook the ever shaking form followed by guttural cries of agony. ( And it’s what he deserves tenfold. Such unholy creatures have no right to happiness. ) A broken prayer to a disappointed God who ignores the pleas of even the most humble of beings. A beg to end it and let him rest for once. Fade from existence and leave behind the clingy misery who never left. Perhaps pity had been taken, but took time to deliver, or a twisted act of a sadistic entity had caused the moments of cooking alive to vanish, sudden wind slamming against the emaciated figure belonging only to Deadboy.

Shock laced the senses as dull eyes see the world whirling in different directions as he spins

              spins
                        s p i n s.

Then it’s back to the gaping maw of darkness while pain racks fragile body in a violent jolt and the thin thread between life and death begins. Swaying back in forth as consciousness demands to fade into the abyss, but the will of life pushes him forward, coaching and encouraging.

( Go back or stay? )

( "Please. Stay." )

A low groan passes through cracked lips as the dull throb of pain tethers him to this world. Bony form twitches while gentle winds caress scruffy dark fur in further support. Nostrils flare at the salty tang of the ocean and is slow to become aware of the grainy ground beneath him shifting bit by bit. A dimly aware guess of beach manifested in the foggy mind of Deadboy. Dull green eyes open in a sluggish fashion and manages to push himself off of his side, blinking multiple times to train the various images of the location into one set picture.

Faint is the wheeze the demons releases to take in the fresh air of the ocean and surrounding area, eyes flutter close as weariness settles on sore bones and scrawny frame leans to the left. Pink tongue flickers out to run across dark lips, thirst and hunger at the quickest to attack him and releases another groan.

"H-hello?" Too quiet. Try HARDER. "H-HELLO?" A loud cough and a soft wheeze after nearly screaming the simple word on the top of his lungs.