Another vision. This is becoming a recurring theme I'm not too fond of.
This time I awoke in a different place. I was in someone's room, a bedroom. A large one, too. There was a window looking out over the kingdom, confirming that I was in the castle. The lights were on, and I noticed a piece of scrap paper on the bed. It wasn't put there intentionally, it seemed, for it was slightly crumpled, and the charcoal that someone had used to draw on it was on the floor. Like it had been tossed aside in a rush to get up. Escape.
I turned.
And was met with myself.
As soon as my vision flickered there, I was seeing from vision-me's eyes. I looked down upon an Angel, an Angel I recognized. Queen Lynilis. Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at me, her breathing heavy, her wings curled over herself in fear.
Vision-me grinned. "Don't make this hard for yourself. Goodnight... Your Majesty."
I grabbed her head and suddenly bashed it against the wall. She shrieked as she made contact with it, blood splattering from where her skin had broken. She wasn't dead, just temporarily unconscious. And injured greatly.
I pulled something from the cloak I was still wearing.
A brown rope with a noose tied at the end.
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I shot up in bed, breathing heavily as I realized I was still in my room. I put my hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down.
It was a dream, it was a dream, it was a dream...
The more I said it, the less I believed it. Did Sxorces have something to do with this? Why was he showing me this?
I am merely showing you what you are truly capable of.
"Well I know I'm capable of smashing someone's head into the wall, thank you," I retorted, annoyed at the voice that seemed to plague my thoughts all the time.
We are one. I can help you.
"Well I want you to shut up. Shut. Up. Two words. Not hard to understand."
I thought I heard a chuckle of amusement before Sxorces became silent. I swore at him as I got up, knowing fully well he could hear me.
But his words took over my thoughts as I walked across the house.
Was that really just a dream?
Or was that a vision of my future?
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Angelic Omen
FantasyOmen is no stranger to torture. To pain. He is a torture demon, after all - adapted to suffering and bringing pain to his adversaries. But this is only physical. When it comes to mental infliction... he is entirely vulnerable. This wasn't a problem...
