—In an old shack somewhere, N̷̢̯͛͛͗̍̚ȉ̶̦̔̈́̚͝g̵̛͕͎̅h̸̜̓̓̈́̿͗t̶̡̻̼͊̍̎̃̈́m̵̙̑̒͋ȧ̷̡̩̳̣̾̂͊̉r̸̨̝͚̘͊̈͋͜e̸̼̣̙͙͌’̵̨̲͎̎̏̆͒s̶̢͙̲̕ perspective —
“They will break you again. You are mine, Daydream.”
Nightmare sat on his black throne, a cheek resting on his knuckles as his elbow was placed on the arm support. He crossed his legs, watching in glee at the images presented in the crystal ball, levitating before him.
His little bird was so clueless, not realizing he was in the place where he suffered the most. Well, no matter, Nightmare supposed it was for the best he made Dream forget those awful memories, including Nightmare’s existence—since keeping such painful memories would end up hurting his bird much more. And Nightmare didn’t want his love to suffer all the time.
The first time he laid his eyes on such a Saint was when Dream was 14 named Emerald back then. Back then, Nightmare’s magic wasn’t strong enough to possess a human, even for a brief moment, unless it was a willing host. So he took over the body of a black snake, the animal was weak and was mere seconds away from dying.
As a snake, he traveled to different places, finding something or someone to entertain him from his boredom for a while. There was peace almost everywhere he went, and that irritated him. But he still wasn’t strong enough to cause discord on any land.
While slithering on a tree branch one night, Nightmare witnessed Emerald having an argument with a mortal—some pest named Jacob. The Dreamon didn’t know what was going on, nor knew why they were arguing, but he assumed that they were having an affair since he only got words like, ‘how could you cheat on me’ and ‘leave me be’.
Nightmare was a being who lived for a long time, so trivial mortal predicaments disinterested him. However, what caught his attention was the slave collar around Emerald’s neck. A slave. Now that was something he hadn’t seen in a long time. Didn’t the world god, Prime, ban slavery decades ago?
When the mortal ,Jacob, pinned the blonde to the tree, telling him that he was nothing but a mere slave who was always a burden and dependent, Emerald snapped.
A few but quick jabs on the face was enough for him to free himself and flee. This shocked Nightmare as slaves would face severe punishments if they harm someone whose status was above them unless they were ordered by their owners. The mortal passed out while Emerald ran, but not too far as the enchantments on the collar started choking him, and the broken shackle on his leg glowed red, making him yelp and fall to the ground. This was a slave’s punishment.
Nonetheless, he was amazed the blonde still managed to get up and walk from the harsh punishments, limping back to the town.
Seeing someone withstand the pain from the magic on the collar without a scream ripping out of his throat, seeing a slave fight back despite knowing full well of the consequences…
That was the first time in a while a mortal peaked his interest since the wars.
Day after day, he watched him, followed him everywhere he went—learning more and more about the slave.
Other than the fight he put up the other night, Emerald remained obedient and submissive to other people. Although it should be obvious that there was nothing entertaining about him anymore, the little things he did, like singing, and his smiles and charms often snared his attention. In time, Nightmare had grown fond of him.
Nightmare didn’t dare approach him, and he was glad he did not because the slave’s owner, Raven, had birds looking out for the boy, and his sisters were not very easy to take care of. He would be annihilated by an instant if they noticed his threatening presence. So he watched from afar, as a bird or a snake during the day, and from the dark shadows in the night.
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