Reflections of Dawn

Bright

It was as if a million ghosts heaved themselves out of the walls in a brilliant, heaving mass.
Everything was so bright, so busy, no one could decern what was going on, just noise and light and ghostly figures.
No one, that is, except Lilith.

Luci watched in shock as the the figures, so bright you couldn't look at them directly, crackling, unfolding and reforming into indeterminable shapes, descended on them, aiming directly at Lilith.

Lilith was obviously not seeing what everyone else was seeing.
In fact, she seemed to be seeing more than anyone else, looking directly into the poisonous light where as others were forced to shy away.

And then it twigged. This attack was not for everyone's sake. No, this was personally, personally designed by Alysha for Lilith.
It was something to do with the blood. What had Alysha called it? Hacking.

But there was no time to think about the philosophy or the mechanics of that.
Whilst these... Things (She was reluctant to call them creatures or people, as for the most part they didn't come across as alive.) Whilst they were targeting Lilith, they would take out anyone in their path.

A furious shriek came from Lilith, as although she was now under attack, she violently grabbed clung onto Alysha like a lion to it's struggling prey, nails cutting red half moons in Alysha's arms.

Alysha wriggled like a fish on a hook, smiling through blood caked lips. "What is it that haunts your nightmares, Lovely? Your deepest, darkest secrets you'll never ever admit?" She cackled, but suddenly was cut off by the chocking grasp around her throat. "...Ak! Can't... Breathe... Fuck... You... Go'ta... Hell... Ak"

Seconds layer, they were ripped apart by glowing figures, Alysha watching as they surged on Lilith. "And ironically, I once told you how to beat this! Shoulda paid attention lovely!"