Friend Of Shadows

New Discoveries

  The picture doesn't mean anything to the story, merry early Christmas! I might do a Christmas one shot, what do you think?

  
🌑Alcor POV🌑

    Nightmares. That's what I mostly dream about these days. Some of them are worse than others, but they are all bad. Occasionally I get fragments if what's happening in real time, but not very often. Other times I wake up from the nightmares to find I am being summoned, which is almost just as bad as the nightmares.
I have recently just woken up from one of these terrifying dreams. My whole essence was sore from my confrontation with Cebereus and my summoning.
As I got up, I heard my limbs and back crackle. I streched my wings too, just to make sure I didn't sleep on them wrong. Oh, while I'm on the wings, for all you people out there who want to grow wings and fly away I have some advice for you. Don't. They are way to hard to take care of. Sleeping is also a pain when you have them.
Getting back on topic, I could barley move. Last night had taken up more energy than I had ever used. And the only good thing to come out of it, my essence is now a little bit stronger.
Essence is like muscles. If you work them too hard, they become stiff and sore. But if you don't work them at all then they start to fade. And after you work them to their maximum limit, they become stronger. So if I decided to not use any of my demonic powers for, say, a month, then my whole essence would shrink and I would become more powerful.
Now that I think about it, the only difference is muscles need oxygen and essence is just naturally a part of your being.
After awhile I found some sort of mobility and stumbled over to my study. I walked into the charred black wood door and into a maze of books.
When most people think of a study, they think of a small room to get work done, maybe with a few bookshelves. Not my study though. My study is a labyrinth of books and files of all ancient civilizations, supernatural entities, and some nightmares here and there for later use. The ceiling is non existent, and all that lies there is an empty void. What lights up the entire place is a giant fire ball floating just below the void that slightly resembles the sun. In the center of all of this magnificence is a circle stage. On it lies my desk and more musical instruments than really needed.
I trudged through the endless bookcases and promptly sat on my black leather swivel chair. My sleepy eyes scanned the desk for one item in particular. When I found it, I plucked it out of its file and started jotting down more ideas with my feather pen. What was I writing down? Well, you don't get the luxury of knowing quiet yet.
After I was done, I slipped it back into its file. Doing what I came there to do, I decided to continue the song I was writing.
"oh, he's a demon and he's writing a song? That's so dumb!" That's what most people would think if I ever said that to them. But if they ever did, I could just rip their heads off and make an excellent meal for some stray dogs. I had just recently discovered my love for music, and im a very fast learner being a demon and all.
I already have most of the song writen, but I'm having trouble finding the correct instruments to play. Here, I'll write the lyrics for you. (this is a song from green day called boulevard of broken dreams. All credit goes to them!)

I walk a lonely road, the only one I have ever known
I Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone 4x
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
(I am not writing this whole song, sorry. Go look it up, it's a really good song and I always think of the trancendance au when I hear it)

---time skip---

I don't know how long I have been working on that song, but it feels like forever. I think it's finally done. That means I can bring it to a studio and see if they like it. It will be a human recording studio too, because I want  do something that disconnects me from my demon life. I might be able to live a somewhat normal human life, like I was supposed to have. After that, all that's left to do is contact my friends.