RP:The Dream of Desire

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As you open your eyes you find the world around you nothing more than a void. The darkness is consuming though when you look to your feet your mind is puzzled as they are visible as if in direct sunlight. You're first instict is survival and you begin sprinting into the darkness. Though you can see your legs moving and feel your muscles tightening with each leap, you're going nowhere as you sprint in place. Exhaustion is quick to set in and you hunch over to catch your breath. When you look down you're surprised to find two hands wrapped around your waist. Despite wanting to sling your elbow directly into the jaw of whoever has taken hold of you, you instead turn around to face them and find a very familiar face staring at you. The man you would have once decreed the love of your life stands before you, holding you in a loving embrace. You're disgusted and angry, but your emotions are soon replaced by a calming aura and you're suddenly yearning to learn more about why you're here. The blue haired human maintains his stare, caramel hues locked with stormy greys, you feel regret and sorrow burning within the man and you are soon overrun with sympathy. He seems to feel this as he shakes his head before releasing you and taking a step back. You try to move closer to him, but every step you take you find he never comes any closer. Once you've surrendered to the physics of this odd realm you stare to him with a look of confusion. The image of the man soon becomes distorted as his flesh peels apart until four variations surround him, two on each side. To his right you find replicas of the man you feel in love with and the demon that lived within him. To the left you see the blue suited warrior, with the wound to his gut still fresh as blood stains the cloth as well as a unfamiliar form akin to the original demon though the whites of his eyes are replaced with leaking pools of blood. In the center, you face the blue-hair tattooed man that now claims ownership of all these different creatures. The man in the center slowly moves to stand behind the figure with the bloodied eyes. Reaching out he places his hand on the creatures shoulder, you look at his lips, they move but no words come forth however you feel that you know what he's spoken. "Wrath", the word suddenly causes you to feel over powered with anger as he moves to stand behind the blue suited variation. Another word is spoken, "Pride". He moves to the opposing entity of darkness, the one with the undead flesh and dark robes, "Envy", then he reaches out to the figure you know best and you feel no surprise when the next word is spoken "Greed". He moves back to stand in the center before speaking the final word, though unlike the others this one erupts throughout the space in a crack of thunder "Lonliness." The four surrounding figures swiftly morph back into the middle-mans form causing tears to pour from his eyes as he grits his teeth and his nails dig into his chest as he falls into a kneel before you. You feel compelled to help him though you're unable to move and feel as if the entire weight of the world is suddenly upon your shoulders. The man suddenly recovers and when you look at him he's upon his feet once more, all emotion erased from his visage. It comes like lightening as he suddenly begins tossing his hands into the darkness. Streaks of fire and ice emitting to explode into a scenes of the man's dark deeds past, present and future. Some you find all too familiar, such as the night he manipulated you into aiding him to enslave and innocent woman. Though some you find far more revolting, one that brings your breath to a hold. You see Tyler, standing over the mayor of Gualon covered in blood with a wicked grin plastered across his face. The scenes continue to show possibilities and admissions of guilt to all sins the man has done or plans to do. Murder is by far the most played and it isn't exclusive to any race, gender or age. Those that appear no older than thirteen fall before the mans blade while others are driven to insanity by his illusions and forced to execute themselves only after butchering their family's to pieces. You feel revolted and are reminded of why you've tried so hard to erase this man from your life up to this point. However, you are suddenly calmed once more and find yourself taken by surprise when you face the man once more. In his hands, he is holding a small orb of mana that springs to life to show him standing by a grave, you're unable to read the tombstone but he seems torn. He almost looks sharp in the loose tux as he's hunched over the tainted earth, his hands clutching at his face while tears manage to fall through the cracks of his fingers. His hands fold shut, diminishing the mana into nothingness. He steps towards you now and reaches up to brush that single lock of hair from your face. His lips part to speak and though you can't hear what he says, you are suddenly flooded with feelings of bliss and peace. He smiles too you just before the world begins to shake. You feel helpless and reach out to his shimmering form though your hand phases right through his own. You jerk awake in bed and dart into a seated position to look around you. The room is dark, but your elven eyes assure you that you are alone. You allow yourself a sigh of relief as you lay your head back on the pillow only to find a red rose and small envelope containing a letting within upon your pillow. You pull the yellowed parchment from the envelope and quickly scan over it. "I am many men, yet I am forced to walk this world alone. I understand the suffering for my sins must be payed in full, and I am not one to argue against it. Though my cruelest punishment, is allowing you to fall through my grasp. Skylei Lucindio, I am nothing without you. Yet, you are everything without me. I love you, do your best to forget me..." The paper is signed but as soon as you finish reading them, they suddenly fade from the page. You jolt as you hear the chair across the room creak as if a weight has been lifted. You look to the door of your room just in time to see a tattooed wrist pulling the handle shut. Then, the sounds of the world return.