<i>While he slept, he dreamt.</i><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Arapey"><i>Soon after Damien’s world went black, it roared to life in a twisted fury of red and orange fire that was so bright he had to shield his eyes from it. When the light finally died down, his eyes fixed on the ruins of a city. He was in the middle of it and all around him were the bones and bodies of humans; some dead and others barely living. The living bodies wailed and wept, their bodies contorting and twisting into angles that shouldn’t have been possible. Bone poked through charred skin letting dark red blood stain the pavement beneath them. Death was everywhere and all he could do was watch. His body was stuck in place. He could feel everything, like the heat of the flames bouncing off his skin, even the black plumes of smoke that drew into his lungs with each breath. It burned, but he was unable to move. Something was holding him in place; someone was keeping him there. </i><br/>
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<i>His eyes, the only thing he had control over, unsteadily scanned back and forth over the grotesque scene. There were forms in the distance, encasing a larger form, they were heading towards him, slow and ominously. He struggled against the invisible force holding him in place and felt his muscles tensing under the stress, but it was no use. Soon the small group was upon him and he saw they were demons. Lesser ones made up the circle around the greater one. Their forms were blurred and black, but there was something about the inner most one that made his skin crawl. There was a familiarity, even more so when he spoke.</i><br/>
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<i><b>”Kill any that still breath and move on.”</b></i><br/>
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<i>His voice was deep and raspy, horrifying, even to Damien who was himself a grown man who happened to be half demon. The circle dispersed and the one in the middle took flight, large wings flapping and lifting itself up into the air and the others began to systematically take the humans out. </i><br/>
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<i>Out of nowhere, the large demon swooped down and sunk talons into the back of Damien. The pain was there, but his body was still paralyzed. Tears steamed down his cheeks, but there was no sound. He was facing down and could only hear the heavy flapping sound of the wings above him. </i><br/>
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<i><i><b>”Don’t try to stop me, son.”</b></i> </i><br/>
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<i>The voice said and let go. Damien’s body hurled towards the earth and just before his body hit the ground.... </i></span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He woke up...<br/>
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The dream had been so vivid and clear, but it was fleeting like broken tiny fragments of sand rushing away on gust of wind. It didn’t help that she was talking - screaming - so much. He couldn’t even concentrate. Damien stood up and rubbed his head as she went on and on. He might have found it entertaining had he not had that feeling in the pit of his stomach. <b>”Wait, slow down. Just... listen.”</b> But she didn’t. She kept on and he let out a sigh. The next time he spoke, it was with more authority. <b>”Alright, alright. Enough! Nobody is here to hurt you. The demon from the alley isn’t here, he is dead. I brought you here because you passed out and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you alright. Calm down. I’ll get you some water.”</b><br/>
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He turned away from her at that moment, one hand coming up to comb fingers through his hair. He filled up the glass once and swallowed it down, a satisfactory sigh escaping his mouth at the tail end of it, and then he filled it again. He was being blunt and probably a little harsh but he didn’t see another way of going about things. There was no easy was to explain the impossible to someone.<br/>
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Damien made his way back into the room with her and sat down on the table across from the couch. He extended the glass towards her and held it there, waiting for her to reach out for it. <b>”I know you must be confused, but if you can calm down, I will answer your questions. I am not the bad guy, I saved you. As impossible as this must all sound, it’s true. I... er... killed the demon that attacked you, with a fireball.”</b> he sounded fucking insane. <b>”I am a demon, well, half of me is, but. I don’t fight with them, I fight against them, you can trust me.”</b> he said that last part with a smile on his face, perhaps as a way to help ease the tension. <br/>
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<b>”Now, are you okay? You took a nasty fall back there.”</b> Stupid fucking question. He knew it as soon as he asked it. </span><br/>