Post by theseuscloud on Nov 11, 2009 2:48:12 GMT -5
It was another cold night in RhyDin, the wind cutting deeply into Thes. He loved the night and the stars but didn't care for the cold, not one bit. None of his old haunts existed in this world anymore, and the underside of the Curators desk was spacious, but uncomfortable. Amata had told him that he could always crash out in the Medical wing. He actually considered it. A nice bed is a sin he long missed. And if no one else was around, he could get his pick beds! No sin more exquisite than a fluffy, kooshy, fresh bed.
Unlocking the door with a key he found on the floor at HQ, he pressed the doors open, shutting them firmly behind him. Hitting the lights, he walked the halls toward the set of beds at the end of the hall. The patter of his boots echoed in the empty halls. His eyes wandered a bit on his way. So much temptation in a place like this, but those urges he would not succumb to. Right now was sleep time, and he wouldn't dare steal from the guild that he had just so recently called home. He may have been a bit chaotic in nature, but he knew what loyalty meant.
Reaching the end of the hall, he found a bed he deemed rest worthy, though they all seemed the same. Grabbing a few pillows off the other beds. Kicking his boots off, and putting one of the pillows under his feet and using his duster for a blanket. He would lie down for what was most likely to a horrible nightmare.
His eyes shot open. He was dreaming, this was for sure, but a reality in his mind. It was dark, only enough light to see steam rising from the floor and his own breathe. The stench was unbearable, but implacable. Thes stood from where he was sitting, to see that the floor seemed further down than it normally was. He stepped into the darkness with caution. He then heard a cry. One that sounded like a child's.
He followed the sound as it continued. It was starting to get on his nerves a bit. It felt as if he was making no progress, but it grew louder and louder. Eventually, it stopped once it seemed to reach it's peak, but no child was in sight. A light flickered and then a flame flashed to his right. A familiar bloodied angel stood there, engulfed in smoke and light. "Amir..."
"Theseus, brother, why have you come back to this land? You know only torment and pain await you. You will only ruin other's lives with your simple touch. There will be no end to your suffering, this you know. Remember your wife? She wasted away after you abandoned her, right there in your shack. She never left. always expecting your return. Remember your son Derek, who you killed with your own, bloody, clawed hand!"
"Clawed?" He would look to his hands, the light of Amir's flames making what looked like blood shine on what was indeed claws. Thes stumbled against the cold wall, staring at his dead brother.
"Yes, brother, A claw, a talon, your hand! You may deny your nature now, but you earned your place in Hell! Don't grow a conscious now, brother, you can fill your potential yet!" Another flash, Amir was holding a mirror at Thes, forcing his reflection upon him. "Look at yourself, dearest brother!"
Thes stood there, his reflection not the man that wore boots or a duster. A demon stood there, staring dead into what would have been his soul. Two small horns dotted his head. His eyes were black pools, leaking shadows. Voids devoid of emotion or thought. A side of Thes that existed, though a beast he thought he was in better control of. He looked away, cursing his brother.
"Oh curse me brother, for you already have! You drove me, your only true blood in any world, from this land! A land, that if was not for me, you would know nothing of! It is your fault I killed myself Theseus Cloudstrike" Amir spat. "You don't even deserve the name!" Amir would reach forward, plunging his hand into Thes' chest. Theseus Screamed.
His eyes went wide, his breathing was labored. He focused, seeing the ceiling fans of the medical wing infirmary swinging overhead. Theseus would stay in that bed until he was ready to move.