Flash back

Camera like they zoomed in on me. On their reflective surface I saw my own face contorted because of the angles but I could still see my face twisted into a stuck expression of terror mixed with repulsion. Repulsion not at his current figure of a misty cloud painted red with the boiling blood of many centuries worth of innocent victims- not even at the hollow marble eyes, no I was repulsed to the point of my stomach writhing in my body to an extent that I thought I was going to be sick by the feel of it's true nature and soul that were so darkly violent it was impossible to fully describe the entirity of it's affect on me. 

As it flew towards me the atmosphere shifted slightly with it's mood change. Before it had been showing off and now it was really angry. Really angry with me. With the grace of a bird of prey and the power of a winter thunderstorm it swooped sharply down in an instant towards where I was still standing a captivated audience of this horror show unfurling it's wings before my eyes. I knew what was happening though I didn't move because I had no clue what to do. How do you escape smoke? Everything was going in slow motion in my mind. Daren behind me about to grab me backwards, the demon diving with precision towards me, other people now scattering having broken their shocked trances leaving behind overturned chairs, sunlight streaming through the doorway only lighting the entrance to the room letting the rest of it stay shrouded by darkness, dust that had been kicked up in the commotion filling the air. In the moment it all seemed important. I guessed it must have been since I could still see it when I was about to be hit by a delirious demon.

Tipping my chin up I traced lines on the ceiling with my eyes. What a moment to focus on the details I thought to myself. Slowly I righted my head to face the demon. It was only inches away from me now, I could feel wisps of floating smoke brush against my cheeks. I stood still as it came ever closer. I didn't move a muscle. Maybe because I didn't know what to do. Maybe because I was stupid but for some unknown reason I stayed with feet plated on the ground calmly waiting.

Coil tentacles trailed behind Adeptus as one long flowing cloak. A flowing river of blood. Here and there small wisps of smoke would detach themselfs to float away from the main gathering, twirling around in the air and with each twirl fading a little bit more into obscurity until finally it would dissapear completely. Vanished into thin air. Adeptus didn't notice this though. He didn't notice this small loss. Why would he? In the grand scale of things it wasn't important, it wouldn't make a difference. But to me it seemed sad. Just dissapearing as if you were never there in the first place. All evidence of your existance gone, gone in an instant. Dissapearing and no one mouring you. No one remembering you.