A demon pirate!?

Nightmare

The final task

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Azrael was sitting on his bed, heavily breathing with sweat dripping down his forehead, he had just woken up from one of his scheduled nightmares that week, though this one had felt more real than the rest he had the previous week. His usual dreams always involved him and his demon.

And they were always running in a dark hallway with multiple doors, some had bullet holes in them and the hinges seemed like they were about to give out on the door. Other doors seemed to have been cut down with a sharp weapon, like an axe or hatchet. One thing that the doors have in common, besides being damaged beyond repair,  had carvings in them, the carvings were names, he could never remember the names on the door since he and his demon were running.

Azrael never really knew what was chasing them, all he knew was he had to get somewhere safe before it got to him, but he never got to the end of the hallway, they were always caught by the chaser.

But the nightmare he had just woken from reveled who the chaser was, it was a hooded figure that was wearing a white cloak that had golden ribbons wrapped around it's body, it's arms and hands were winged and clawed that were reaching out for his smaller figure. After he had examined the creature he knew what it was. It was one of the higher-ups that was chasing him this whole time. As he was running he could see the end of the hallway and at the end of the hallway was an open door, 'Finally!'  he exclaimed in his head as he used the last of his energy to sprint towards the open door. A bright light was poring from the door and only grew brighter as he got closer, though in a nightmare he could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, and his chest started to feel tight as he got closer, once he was in reach he jumped forward, closing his eyes from the brightness of the light, then he woke up.

And there he was, sitting up on his bed in a sweat, his hand went over his chest and started clutching his black t-shirt and feeling his rapidly beating heart, his breath was heavy as he started to look around his dark room, his eyes darting from wall to wall before landing on his lap. He took a deep breath to slow his heart and breath, and his grip on his shirt loosened before falling onto his lap.

He looked up and looked at the stuff in front of him, that being his wall shelf that had different types of books of different genres, his favorite being horror mystery. After getting his mind off of the nightmare he tore away his bed sheets from the lower part of his body and swings his legs of the bed and shifting his body to the edge, he stretches his upper body and relaxes after feeling the pop in his back.

Azrael got up and walks towards his wall shelf and took out of of his favorite books, it was a paper cover book and it was worn out around the edges and was slightly ripped in the corner. The book was deep blue that made it look black, it's title "A child's worry", he turned the book to it's back and there it's summary was printed out in white. He smiled while reading through the summary, he had read the book so many times it felt like it was a comfort when ever he was in distress, he let out a sigh and took the book with him as he head to the exit of his dark room.

Once he left the room he was met with a rectangular window that showed the night sky, Azrael had come to the conclusion that it was still the middle of the night, he took his eyes away from the window and went down the hallway.

The hallway was decorated with old pictures of his family and framed letters that were written poorly by his demon, they were written in crayon, small doodles decorated the page, and words that were always miss spelt. But as he continued through the long hallway the letters were improving, they stopped being written in crayon and started being written in pen or pencil, and the doodles got less and less consistent.