Fortis et Inferior | DreamNotFound

Fortis et Inferior | DreamNotFound

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Recedem, a small village in Holmentis, was one of the most beautiful villages in the country. Its people were always happy and cheery, and enjoyed every day of the year. However, this changed when Demons attacked. These creatures had the power to control your mind and take over your body. They used this control to make you do horrible things, like killing the one you love most. But lucky for some people not everyone could be controlled. Some people had a strong mind, they we're able to resist a Demon's influence. George had resisted a Demon, which made him a Fortis. Dream's mind hadn't resisted one, which made him an Inferior Both Dream and George had left the attack behind them, trying not to think about it. But their pasts are catching up to them, and not in the way you would expect. ⚠️This story contains⚠️ - blood - possession - a bit of swearing - death There are warnings at the start of each chapter but don't continue reading if you get triggered by any of these or if they make you uncomfortable! I'll remove this story if any of them is bothered by it! -COMPLETED-
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Uninvited

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

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