RP: Demons of Ash and Sin
(Closed RP with @moonlighttinkered for Midnight Shadows)
It was peaceful, quiet. The stars above softly glowing with his own as he stood out in an empty grass field. For once the silence not bothering him.
He then looked around and found a forest nearby. Deciding to explore, he went to it and entered. The trees glowed with bioluminescent flowers and fruits as he trailed a hand along the bark. The glow soft and complimenting the glittering stars.
He then came to a particular tree. White moon blossoms were glowing on this one, softer than the rest, but no less beautiful. Some had a sparkling appearance as well. He reached up to touch one.
At his touch, the flower suddenly lit up as a flame ignited. Burning quickly through the flowers and leaves until the tree was on fire as well.
He tried to stop it, but it wasn’t salvageable. Ash was all that remained. He fell to his knees in grief, moving to pick some of the ashes up. Only for them to glow hot again as he tried, before lines of fire sparked to life and grabbed his wrist. He couldn’t keep the pained cry from escaping as it burned his flesh.
He pulled, trying to get away, but the fiery chain only wrapped around his arm further. The burn getting worse. He somehow knew if he let it reach his chest it would be too late...but he couldn’t stop it.
All around him, the rest of the Forest was now ablaze as well. He was surrounded by fire on all sides. There was no escape. The chains wrapped around him. Keeping him in place before a pillar of flame rose before him and took the shape of a person he couldn’t quite make out the features of.
The person moved forward as he tried to scoot back and away. They grabbed the end of the chain, yanking him back and toward them. He tried to pull away still, struggling even as the flames burned. He was pulled up and toward the person made of fire now, and as he struggled still, they leaned forward.
He began to beg for them to stop. Let him go. He didn’t want this anymore! Before they were on top of him and everything hurt. His insides and his outsides burned. Then he was falling and now was in dark water. He was no longer held by chains of fire, but still was chained.
He was being dragged down, down...into darkness. The farther down he went, the more his struggles failed. He couldn’t breathe...he couldn’t fight anymore...he was drowning. He was dying...
As his vision darkened, a light appeared above him. Out of reach. He tried to reach for it, but couldn’t move even as he was now no longer tied. The light faded. A new light then came from below and he looked to find more fire. His eyes widened but he didn’t have the strength to escape.
He cried out again, for help or simply from pain, he didn’t know. But everything hurt again as he was dragged down by hands made of fire. He struggled weakly now, but it was no use...he was too late...
Aaravos sat bolt upright in bed. Eyes wide, lungs desperately pulling in and letting out air. A vice-like grip on the sheets on his side as he stared sightlessly ahead.
His stars faintly illuminated the bedroom. His eyes adjusting as well and seeing where he was. He could feel the weight of a body next to him. Hear the breathing of two people.
Home. He was home. With his Moonshadows...Ethari and Runaan.
It was just a nightmare... He reasoned with himself, but still had a grip on the sheets. Not real.
His heart was still pounding. He needed to do something about that... So he got up carefully and quietly left the room to go down to the kitchen. With magic he could heat up some tea instantly, so did so. Running a hand through his bangs as he let it steep. Attempting to get a grip on himself again.
What was that? A nightmare, obviously...but it had such a...personal feel to it. He shuddered, hugging himself. A rare behavior, but one he had picked up being around Ethari it seemed.