dark stalker, dreaded old ones, meet me in my dreams
He knew he was sleeping. He had to be. He could remember all the things he had done that day, he remembered all the things he had to do. But he was no longer there. He was somewhere else. Black space. Nothing, and probably everything. He had to be asleep. And this time he had wandered farther than ever before. This was confusing though. He hadn’t eaten anything much less taken any drugs while he took care of Rainyday, while there was a chance of another attack. Usually it took a great deal of certain chemicals to send him off to these far off places that emerged from his sleeping mind. He did occasionally have the traveling dreams while he was sober, but they were never… this far out.
It’ didn’t matter. Nothing could be done, he would be here until he woke. Though he had no physical body here he could feel himself, an object of mass, in this dense and heavy space. He was in such a primitive state, a mass of energy and… collecting stardust. That which everything is made of. He had the feeling that he had just met someone, and even though he remembered having a deep conversation with the… beast… he knew that he could no longer recall the experience in this state. In this state everything was random and on a single course. Though it was a multiverse he knew, he could only see and be in certain places at one time. Even though it was all rather distressing and actually quite horrifying, he liked it here. He never knew what he would see next. If he would fall into an open doorway to another world, or time, and on rare occasion space. Or if he would be stuck in an unending hallway unable to open any doors. Or even sitting on the edge of a cliff, over a sea of lost time, talking with a slimy creature who had no mouth to speak with.
There was music now, soft and distant playing about his head. A soft and dreary music, but as the song went on there were heavier and more airy sounds. Abysmal trumpets, vibrations in the deep. Though he had no lungs it felt like the air was suddenly ripped from him. He gasped out and reached for something, anything. There was a portal opening, matter was falling in, and so now he had is body back and he was on his knees, grabbing at his throat until the portal closed and he could take in a deep gasping breath. The air around was now dense, it felt real and as purely satisfying as drinking water. He looked up to search the darkness and there he saw a great creature. Giant and beast like, more mountainous than human. But moving like vapor, like the mist over the mountain itself.
Hello. He called out. He could not hear his voice, though he tried to speak it just didn’t exist. He could speak with his mind though, that was easy here. He could speak with emotions, because everything was known here. Everything was its true form.
The creature stayed far away, its enormous size didn’t allow it to get close. ‘Greetings, young one.’ The voice was neither male nor female, just deep and airy, like a thunderstorm. Weapon stopped from covering his ears but felt too weak to rise from his knees. Its presence made him feel empty and wanting. Like there was missing pieces from him. He was so inferior and unfinished compared to the spirit. It spoke up again, ‘Do you know why you are here?
He realized he was holding his breath in anticipation. He breathed in deeply and made it to his feet. ‘Are you very sure? He stared up at the creature, in awe of it’s presence. He felt that surely he was talking to a god. Surely.
I think… I may need something. But… who are you? You would help me freely?
He could tell that the creature was smiling, though it’s face looked very similar to the unmoving moon. ‘I would. For I am the expanse…. I am everything that exists beyond the earthly world. The atmosphere and the dark matter, anti-matter and the wind. I am what cannot be seen but surrounds all. You are the living, young one, and I am the undead. But you. You are special.’
Why?! He hadn’t meant to scream, it just came out that way. He had the nagging feeling that he encountered this whole knowing mystery about himself from the other creatures he had met. Gods playing with humans.
He felt hot tears running down his face, and when he touched his checks there was blood. ‘So very important. So very powerful. Sharur, you can wield our power too. Do you want to? Can you use it?’
Sharur? He stepped closer, into the dark blue tendrils that swirled from the immense base of the giant god. Feeling courage enough to even touch it if he could. ‘Weapon, Warrior, Exterminator. You have many names, just like us all. But you are exceptional. Stay back, curious one. I know what you heart desires. And I give it freely, but not too close, or it will destroy you. Yes even you, destroyer, cannot touch us. Yet.’
He laughed at the tempting endowment, and for a moment could not contain his overwhelming desire to have it all. To touch the gods and to be them. He laughed on, even as it felt like the mist was seeping into his skin, he laughed at the joy of it. He pulled back as the feeling increased, he could feel the Expanse moving closer to him, and he groaned with the pleasure that was running between them. Each moment he felt fuller that the next, and each moment he knew a greater ecstasy. One not dissimilar to the carnal desires he had, but all the more moving. Like pleasure as a cold liquid in his brain. He remembered now this exchange with another god, a hungry and mad god, that kiss had been bloody and horrifying. Like being raped by death and then eaten piece by piece. It felt like his muscles were pulsing after a run or a battle, his heart was thudding and his breath ragged. “Unnnghhhhh!” The grip was filling him and squeezing him tight. It was the creature, it was touching him, going in and leaving its power inside of him. “Aahhh!!” He moaned loud and plaintively, wanting more and more. His whole being exploded in pleasure, an orgasm that rocked every nerve ending he had. And at that moment the god pushed him hard on the chest with a wispy wet hand. He fell out of infinity.
Weapon woke with a gasp. His loud panting quickly turned to confused moans as he found himself naked and covered in a greyish cold slim on the bed. “Wha! Uhhhnff!” He felt panic rising as he jerked his arms and the jello like covering did not come off. Then he realized that there was a loud constant static that was setting his nerves on edge. It was the record player. He remembered setting it as he had lay down to read the Necronomicon. He jerked with shock at the feeling of the book beside him. Cold horror jolted through him as he saw, instead of the book, a big slimy creature of a person with skin the color of the monster book. Deformed and unnatural. The creature screamed at him and he jerked away with his own scream, falling off the bed he scrambled to his feet.
He woke again and stood there where he had fallen, but the book was just sitting open on the corner of his bed and he was covered in cold sweat. Not slim or even blood. He was still panting as his brain tried to get back to a normal state.
Making it to the record player he yanked the cord from the wall, the static left what sounded like voices for a split second, hanging in the air the way sound from the radio always does when shut off. Like it’s last fight to stay alive and heard.
Standing there in the silence his mind calmed, but all he could think of was how sore he felt, and how…. Hungry. He wanted food, he wanted to drink gallons of water. He wanted to split open someone’s chest, and he wanted to fuck something bad. The whole dream trial had left him raw and desiring. He felt his lust surging from his core, his hardness, and aching all the way to the tips of his fingers.
