[Razz]

[OOC]I agree . . . that was pretty freaky.[/OOC]


"At night, I find myself lying awake. Staring at the star spangled skies. I struggle to keep my heavy eyes open in hopes that dreaded slumber does not darken the doorway to my mind. I constantly regard the empty windows, knowing that there is nothing there, but at the same time, needing to confirm it. My thoughts are so swelled in it, that sometimes I can falsley hear demonic cries, growing louder and more fierce in the distance.
These visions are having effect on me and everything around me. I cannot sleep, for I know what I will see. It has been happening for a few months now. The minute I fall into dream's grasp, is the minute I step into torture. Every night, it is always the same . . . I will tell you what I see.

I wake up in my bed and turn my head so i can see Tira's shining face. But she is not there. I wonder at this, so I stand up. I leave the room and there is a sudden flash of light. It's too bright! I can't see! I try to feel for a wall with my hands, but I stumble at the lack of matter. I hear despairing and torturous cries, followed by demonic laughter. Then everything goes black. Once again, I wake up in my bed. But all is dark and grim. I turn again, to see Tira. Ahh, she is there, but facing the other way. I now notice that my clothes feel damp. With wide eyes, I look down and see that the bed is drenched in the thick red liquid. I jump out view my clothing. That too is covered in blood. I rush to the other side of the bed too see how my fair Tila is doing. I stumble back at the site. She too, is drenched in blood, but with gashes and gaping wounds. She cries out my name! She reaches her almost fleshless arm toward me! I freeze. I hear a growing cry, and through my window leaps a demon. He land on the bed, and thrusts his sword through her skull. I scream! I run for my sword and I kill the demon. No, one slash is not enough. He is dead, but that does not satisfy me. I continue to sever his corpse in a violent, screaming rage until every inch of me is dripping red. I quickly run out of my room only to cause pain to my eyes. Is this Heaven? This . . . this looks to me like Hell! Everything was burnt down. I step forward, but recoil. Dead bodies pave the floor. I fly to the Gods' chaimber . . . then I wake."

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"He locks himself in his room. He buries himself in thought. He has picked up a journal and continuously writes in it. I personally don't know how he can write in it so often! He never goes anywhere or does anything. I am the only one he alows to visit him. He worries me . . . but as of late . . . he begins to frighten me. At night, he never sleeps. And he holds me so tightly, as if afraid to lose me. He keeps his sword near the bed and has come up with a procedure for us to follow if we get attacked. How can we be attacked?! We're in Heaven!
He is very strange . . . It is almost hard to love him."