Vessel's POV
Years passed, and my bond with Sleep grew stronger. Every performance with my band Sleep Token felt like a ritual, each song a hymn to the dark god that whispered in his soul. His voice, hypnotic and haunting, carried the weight of Sleep's desires, drawing listeners into the entity's mysterious world.
Behind my mask, no one knew who I really was. The anonymity helped me connect more deeply with Sleep, who demanded complete devotion. The mask became my second skin, a symbol of my servitude and my rejection of the life I had known before Sleep claimed me.
But the price of this connection was steep. With each passing day, I felt my humanity slipping away. My skin grew paler, body frailer, as Sleep's influence crept deeper into my veins. The music that once gave me life now drained me, each performance pulling me closer to the edge of oblivion.
One night, after a particularly intense show, I collapsed backstage. My bandmates stood over me, concern etched in their faces, but no words were exchanged. They knew. Sleep's grip was tightening.
As I lay there, barely able to move, the entity spoke to me once more, it's voice louder than ever.
"You are close," Sleep whispered. "Close to becoming one with me. But there is one final offering you must make."
My breathing hitched. "What do you want?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"I want EVERYTHING," Sleep replied, its voice a chilling caress. "Your voice. Your soul. Your life."
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The Vessel's Dark Awakening: A Sleep Token Tale
Short StoryNothing Last Forever Just a short story about Vessel and Sleep. This story is completely made up and by how I see sleep token personally. Identities will not be disclosed. Like & comment if you enjoyed
