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<div style="text-align: justify">The light in his eyes darkened as Celine's dream continued on it's merry path—feelings of agitation building under his skin. He couldn't understand why he felt this way, why it hurt as he watched this dreamer frolic about with her lover, but what he did know is that this memory had to end—if only to end this suffering of his. Shutting his eyes, with his right hand, where gold sand should've formed, black sand took it's place at the center; tainted by his darkness. He brought it in front of his mouth before blowing the tainted sand into the air and spreading it throughout the dreamscape. The end would be near soon enough.<br/>
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"With this it should end..." <br/>
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His eyes slowly blinked open to watch his power begin to influence the scenery. It was ironic that he'd be the one to spread darkness in a dream. For all those years he'd fought, he had always shone the brightest until now. A sandman's purpose was to originally fight off any dark influences that threatened to corrupt those left defenseless while asleep, protecting their spiritual bodies, but what he was doing to this memory—tainting it...well he was no better then a demon now, watching this dreamscape crumble as darkness slowly ate the light and happiness that made this world. While all this should've made his insides squirm, oddly enough he felt strangely at peace as a smile started to tug at the corner of his mouth. Even as people started to scream, his smile only broadened as panic settled into the dream. Like a wicked god, he watched with glee until the dreamer—Celine came back into his vision. She was alone and in despair, the figure of her lover no longer around. His smile that was broad on his face, quietly disappeared in the wake of her lonesome form. It was pitiful.<br/>
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He had wanted her dream to end, but this is what had wanted, right? Bitterness formed in the back of his throat. Was this really what had had intended to do? To trap her in this darkness? No...That wasn't right. And yet here he was about do just that. Walking towards her through the haze, he knew he would have to force her out of her own dream. Left her state, it was only a matter of time of when she'd become to lost to come back. Taking her wrist, he paused at the shiver that ran through his entire body, making his hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He pulled her without glancing back as she resisted pointlessly against him, while calling for her lover. The figure she called for, never manifested as he continued to drag her towards the forest where the darkness hadn't reached. He lead her until he found the center of her dream, where the ground below started to crack under the pressure of his power. Silently, he released her before stepping back and watched as dream came down to a final close.<br/>
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<i>'Emil...' </i><br/>
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Was the last thing he'd heard before everything faded to black again—returned to his prison. For once in his life, he was happy to be back in the empty dream space.​</div><br/>
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As always, kept checked in his lonely prison. The sandman slumbered until the owner of the box or the <i>dreamer</i> would weaken his box's seals to use his powers until the seal was once more locked, until now. Sensing change in the powers that kept him confined, like a light that shone on his consciousness—he could feel it. Freedom. It was almost unbelievable, like a dream if it weren't the truth. Trickling out of the open lock, steadily but surely grains of sand escaped out of the opening until a form was shaped. His form. It was his first breath of air that confirmed his suspicions, the sensation of air prickling at his bare skin. He was finally free!<br/>
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Eyes adjusting to the darkness, peering at his hands, he guided them to feel the solid flesh of his body before they stopped at his face, taking in the sensation of reality. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like, but that wasn't important, what was, was that he was finally free. Though it almost seemed to good to be true, he couldn't help but wonder why was he suddenly let out? Was it <i>them</i> again? Was his powers needed again? The thought made his brow furrow, while a thought deep inside of him echoed <i>never again</i>. His hands curled slightly as he slowly took in his surroundings. He finally noticed the sleeping body.<br/>
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With a single brow cocked, he hovered near her as he investigated the female presented innocently before him. An offering perhaps? A priestess? Having sensed power upon closer inspection. His eyes narrowed when a whisper invaded his mind.<br/>
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<i>"Take her..devour her.." </i><br/>
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Lilith. It agitated him that she stirred, but more so looking more closely at the girl. He couldn't quite put his finger on why she agitated him as well. It made his skin prickle, and not in a way he understood or wanted to. Hand reaching out, it stopped short of her face as it hovered above, debating his options. Accept the supposed offering or kill her. Those were the only choices he had—or would accept. Her face was oddly familiar, even the feeling he got from her, but that's what annoyed him the most. This <i>female</i>...whoever she was, was a threat. In the end, he would be better off killing her.<br/>
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<i>"Yes, do it!"</i> Lilith's whisper was harsh in his mind—echoing.<br/>
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Oddly enough before anything else, he let his hand caress her cheek. It was an odd desire to fulfill to touch her skin, but when he did there was no more hesitation. He let his fingertips ghost over her flesh before they finally slid down the column of her throat. He took one last look before he instantly applied a monstrous pressure, narrowing his eyes. He was a man with a dangerous resolve.<br/>
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"Never again...I will never go back!" The words hissed harshly from his vocal chords, stripped and raw. He squeezed until he was sure to leave bruising marks.<br/>
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