"I'm not a little kid, I don't want to read a story."
He holds on so, so tight. He doesn't let you move at all, nothing that would take you from him for a single second.
And it just gets tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter until you can't breathe at all and your bones creak. He's far too strong for a child or even an adult, but, well he is a demon.
He squeezes the life right out of you, and it does feel for a moment, as if he's pulled you from your body and into his. Kept safe in his core. Where nothing can hurt you, he'll protect you no matter what, and you'll never leave him or forget him or stop loving him... Isn't it comforting to feel that in your last moment?
You wake up in the cave again, cradled in the spindly, steel arms of half a dozen hooded, faceless, wraith-like creatures. Or so they appear. There's no life in them, no more than a statue holding you upon its lap not unlike the Pietà .
It sloughs away into nothing the moment you stand.
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He holds on so, so tight. He doesn't let you move at all, nothing that would take you from him for a single second.
And it just gets tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter until you can't breathe at all and your bones creak. He's far too strong for a child or even an adult, but, well he is a demon.
He squeezes the life right out of you, and it does feel for a moment, as if he's pulled you from your body and into his. Kept safe in his core. Where nothing can hurt you, he'll protect you no matter what, and you'll never leave him or forget him or stop loving him... Isn't it comforting to feel that in your last moment?
You wake up in the cave again, cradled in the spindly, steel arms of half a dozen hooded, faceless, wraith-like creatures. Or so they appear. There's no life in them, no more than a statue holding you upon its lap not unlike the Pietà .
It sloughs away into nothing the moment you stand.