[ nightmare ] ( Bel )
[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare
Freya felt small, she ran all throughout the house but couldn’t find anyone in sight. She could hear them, the voices that filled her head with horrible things. Telling her, tempting her to do the unthinkable.
No matter how far she ran, where she tried to run it, they followed her. Where was everyone? Why couldn’t they hear her?
“Please....”
I don’t want this... I won’t do it ! Her screams growing louder as they echoed against the empty corridors. She could feel the power surging within her, the dark veins spreading all across her body, her nails dug into her skin, as if digging it out would make any difference. It curled around her like a snake, squeezing every bit of will she had left, suppressing it, crushing it with every bone in her body.
“No...no.... no !”
The power was exhilarating, flowing through her she could feel the darkness that tempted her to sway. Delicious, filling her up with such malicious intent, it was unlike anything she ever felt. Freya felt it surge, unable to fight off the temptation that fueled her very core. And she felt it, the part of that wanted to succumb to shadows tugged and pulled at her heart.
“NO!”
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Her eyes shot open, her mind still lost from her slumber she swatted at the hand that had ultimately been shaking her awake. Her frantic, worried gaze met with Belphegor who could only seem to look at her in confusion. Had she fallen asleep without meaning to? She hadn’t expected anyone to find her in this state, and while everything in her wanted to remain strong, brush it off with a laugh or a silly smile. She couldn’t bring herself to, the intent of the darkness inside too real.
“Bel...” she managed to choke out, before kneeling her head down, averting her gaze from him, too scared, too ashamed. She cried.
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