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"You're a murderer."
Soraya's eyelids flew open at the unexpected voices whispering into her ears. An inky darkness greeted her vision, one stretching beyond the blanket covering her head.
Who said that?
The teenager lay still beneath the bed's covers, listening for footsteps, for breathing, for any sign of life within the vicinity.
Nothing but an eerie silence filled the room.
Soraya's fingers twitched at her sides, slowly creeping their way towards the blanket's edges. When the teen's hands slipped out from the warmth of her sanctuary the cold air latched onto her skin, digging into her flesh with its icy grip.
The hairs on Soraya's arms raised in shock at the sudden change of temperature. Sucking in air through clenched teeth, the teenager ripped the covers off her upper half. Shivering, she sat up in bed, her sky-blue eyes searching diligently in the dark for a possible intruder.
The guest room she slept in was small and round, resembling a wolf's den within a cave. The ground was covered in a soft purple moss instead of a carpet. Bioluminescent mushrooms poked out through the dirt walls casting neon green, blue and purple lights, but Soraya had covered them up earlier with towels so she could sleep.
Once the teen's eyes adjusted to the absence of light, she noted how the walls looked disjointed. Sections of dirt jutted out further out than she remembered like someone had punched into them from outside.
Is this the same room I fell asleep in?
After confirming she was completely alone, Soraya let out a small sigh.
Maybe I'm just imagining things.
The teenager smacked her lips together, noting her parched throat and dry tongue. She attempted to rise and find water, but her body wouldn't respond. Instead, she lay still with her spine resting against the bed frame, her body completely petrified.
Soraya tried opening her mouth but it wouldn't budge. Her hands lay still at her sides, ignoring all commands to move. Her fingernails lay still, digging into the mattress and clutching the sheets with a death-like grip.
Why can't I get up? Why is my body frozen?
"Your soul belongs to me," rumbled layered tongues in unison from the doorway, the many voices oozing into the room like a thick fog. "Did you honestly forget that you rejected joining the Angels?"
"M-Mülock..." Soraya managed to gasp between clenched teeth. "It's not... a... half-moon..."
"My child," Mülock's many voices chuckled in unison, their mocking laughter echoing around the pitch black room. "Angels and Demons can enter the dreams of mortals."
