The floor feels cold to the touch. Under it the souls scream, struggle, strike. I walk forward, tears streaming down my cheeks, he sits on the throne like a king aged too fast. I move forward feeling like I'm about to collapse. He comes face to face with me. He's one head taller than me. His eyes are intense black with sparks like flames. He is as beautiful as the legends describe him. He's analyzing me. "Come back!" he tells me. He runs his fingers over my back avoiding the scars. He kisses me on the neck, the kiss burnig my skin. He descends with the kisses gradually towards the scars. He is kissing them as if they're made of glass. He turn me to him ,and then I see something that shouldn't have happened. He tells me everything will be fine, but we both know it's a lie.