Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ

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The air was dark and littered with falling leaves, alight with fire. The air around him filled with growls and grunts, screams, sobbing in the distance. All around him, houses and buildings were burning from mis-aimed sparks of magic. As he looked to either side, he realized they were winning. He was in the moment, and when in battle there is no question of right or wrong, there is only do or die. You get in, you win the war, and you come home.

There were few things off limits to them when they were in battle, Caelestes had few regulations so things always became a bloodbath... and this time was no different. Every race of beings fight to the death because it's either fight or give in. Isoloses wished they would just give in. He knew it would never be so simple as for them to just hand over what they wanted, but he felt like it was the better option. Of course, it was, but it also came with the addition of Caelestes governing rule, one that was crippling.

Every realm fought, because every realm had fought before, and they felt it was right. And perhaps they were right. He wouldn't know.

When he was in the moment, surrounded by horrors that should've traumatized him, it was just... nothing. He felt nothing. He didn't feel pity for the ones fighting for their lives, nor for his fallen comrades either. He was a soldier, trained by his own father--ruthless, cruel, cutthroat.

There is no life other than this. There is only kill, or suffer. Kill, or have another botched injection that altered his DNA. Something surely worse than death. As a demon, the chemicals and mixtures his father injected him with wouldn't kill him, but it ran through his veins like acid. It burned. Every moment of his life, his blood felt like it was boiling beneath his skin. He could feel it, feel the impure parts of himself, even more than the demons beside him because he wasn't just a soldier.

He was death incarnate.

Isoloses heard a sound, a familiar set of footsteps on the ground. Light, as if he were walking on air, swift, fast. Isoloses knew the face, knew the one running towards him. His brain barely struggled to recognize him, through the fog of bloodlust, but there he was. He wasn't quite see through, he looked solid but... not...

He came to a stop in front of him. Isoloses sucked in a deep breath, amazed. He was beautiful, with a soft presence, light. His short black hair and pointed ears, the way his all black eyes seemed to recognize him. His lips were plump and a soft petal pink color, face thin and heart shaped with a small beauty mark beneath his eye. From the bottom of his left cheek towards the right side of his lips, there were scars, and seeing it made Isoloses feel... strange.

"Isoloses," The voice whispered, faintly, calling him. He glanced around them, seeing that now, nothing was happening around him. There was no battle, there was no fire, there was nothing but him and the person in front of him. "It's okay now. The enemy has been defeated. You are free to come home."

"There was just... a battle right here," Isoloses denied, his heart leaping as the small little man reached his hand up and put it on his cheek. The touch was grounding. Familiar, and soft. Comforting, more so than any touch he'd received before.

"Isoloses, it's time to come home." He repeated before he reached his other hand up as if he were going to place his hand on his other cheek. At the last minute, his hand moved, fingers brushing his forehead. Something shot into him and he--

Isoloses jerked up out of the bed, his heart racing in his chest. Isoloses glanced around his room, grounding himself in reality. His nightmares are so... real, it's as if he's there. Naevys, he knew immediately, because this wasn't the only time that Naevys had woken him up from a nightmare in such a way. Isoloses didn't really know how Naevys could tell he was having nightmares, but he would be forever grateful. Naevys was strong.