[Shiny]

A Nightmare Alive:

Michi didn’t remember going to bed… but this had to be a dream. A dream of impenetrable, inky black swirled with red, flowing like so much blood… And he was alone, so very alone. Why was he so alone and why did hot tears stream down his face? He was a demon! This frightening dream shouldn’t be affecting him so much. And all of a sudden, Michi wasn’t alone any more. The bodies of his friends were flung all over the place, floating in the black and red mire. Their faces were painted with accusing expressions of horror and pain. A golden voice whispered slippery words in his mind, making him believe this was true. Or would be… If he didn’t leave. If he kept them close to him… He shuddered with fear for the first time in ages as the blood kept rising, drowning him. He couldn’t die, though. He was immortal; demons can’t die, he just kept sinking down.

Michi gasped, eyes shooting open and fingers burried in the sheets of his bed, frantic for some anchor. “Wha-?” His voice raspy from the fear and emotion the nightmare invoked, he lifted a hand to his face. His fingers came away sticky, dark red running down his face and fingers. Tears of blood.