[Poggio]

“Daemonium! ” the man yelled. Through his bindings the demon could see the man was weakening. His chest heaved in and out with tremendous effort. “Daemonium!...eiceret sum vobis ...” The demons white eyes grew wide. Perhaps the man was stronger then he appeared if he was still able to chant the spell. A trickle of blood spilled from the mans mouth, and he dropped to one knee clutching his heart. “ego ...” he tried to say between coughs. The curves on the demons face, the binding was loosening. He turned to share his glee with the dying man when the man clenched his fist shut. The sigils that trapped the demon resonated a low glow before they burst into flames. The demon let out an angry growl, every thing that was the demon was slowly being sucked, to where the demon thought was the other realm. No. The man had other plans and the demon was too slow to realize this. Darkness consumed him along with a heavy sleep. The man crawled up to the silver bangle and tucked it close to his breast, before sliding it on his arm. For a moment he thought he was insane, inside his mind he could hear the soft breathing of another as if they were sleeping.

Infinite amounts of darkness could drive person insane, darkness and silence. Niaz had build his own world in the darkness. And when he slept he dreamed of another world. This time that dreamed was occupied with a young man. He seemed unware of the demon watching him, as he busied himself with unpacking. A lot of the objects were strange and foreign to Niaz, but then again they always were, each time he woke up he did so in a different mortal era. After a while the boy had fallen asleep in his bed. Gangly fingers, spiked with pointy nails, gently trailed down the boys veins in his arms until they reached the bracelet. Just above his wrist he licked the boys flesh. Yes, he thought, this time I will be free, and you... he thought as he gently bend over the boy cupping his face peering at him with white iris that were drowning in black.

Niaz then found a place to sit on the bed, draping himself on top of the boys body like a snake shuddering from the warmth he was leeching. His head found his way to the center of the boys chest listening contently to his heart beat as their breathing slowly became in sync. Around them the room started to flicker showing different images like a broken film reel. Niaz just watched, he found it amusing that how differently the mortals experienced his realm that some called dreams.

At long last Niaz felt the burning on his flesh and the tug of sleep once again. As he drifted the walls of the boys room came tumbling down and were slowly rebuilding themselves into Niaz's world. He fell asleep. Both the boy and Niaz were now resting on a stone grave in the center of a darkly lit room. The large room held an infinite number of archways that lead to different paths each one lit by a low hanging lantern.

( I hope I did that right )