CHAPTER 25: BLESSED BE THE MOON
"Did you miss me?"
Your eyes snapped open.
You were there again.
Standing at the center of the aureate tower.
And there he was too - the revenant apparition - watching over the glistening city with an occultic staff birling in his hand. To acknowledge your presence, he glanced over his shoulder. But besides the bridge of his nose and his smug, twisted grin, you could not discern much of him beyond his feathery locks.
As per usual, your limbs betrayed you and carried you over to his side at the edge of the spire. When your toes curled the lip of the platform, you felt a kink develop in the arch of your feet. It cautioned you of the lethal height you were at. But your mind was not yours in that realm - and promises of safety could never be kept.
"I do not fault you for what you've become. But you're a fool if you think you could keep me away for long."
You swallowed the lump in your throat when you felt him shift the staff into his other hand.
"So, word of advice - don't fight what's coming. Because at the end of the day-"
He neared you and brought his lips to the curve of your ear.
"You're mine."
And as if on cue, you stepped off the tower, plummeting eternally to meet your end's grace. Having witnessed the vision for the umpteenth time, you should have felt apathetic to the scene of your demise. But when you turned over, and saw the phantom's featureless figure grow distant in your vision, your thoughts were warped into a frenzy.
The winds kicked its pace.
Your breath hitched in your throat.
Your stomach claimed the cavity of your chest.
And your hands frantically grappled the air as though to catch your fall.
But to no avail.
When the amber Heavens dissolved into an inky mass, you realized what was to follow. Struck with desperation, you screeched and bellowed - and begged for salvation - but the sky began to cry a downpour of obsidian tears. Although the earth was far from your reach, you could hear the raindrops bicker against the soil. You prayed for a similar fate for yourself - one that was peaceful, quick, and painless - but when the torrent kissed your body, you were incinerated with its acid touch. Your pale, porcelain skin was replaced with stony scabs. In the gaps of tissue, piercing light seared through, distorting your sight. But despite the obvious defeat, you let out a blood-curdling wail and clawed at your flesh in an attempt to alleviate your agony.
Fortunately, after what felt like years of torment, the faceless man was satisfied with his work.
And he eventually concluded your descend with an abrupt and disturbing halt.
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When you jolted awake, the walls of the vision perished into dust and debris. As the room came swimming back into view, you realized you were in your gloomy bower once again. But that did not ease the rabid throbbing of your heart. In an attempt to calm your tremors, you held your breath and surveyed your room. Like springtide showers - it was tranquil, tepid, and tenacious - exactly as you left it. But, to confirm that you were truly roused, you pinched your forearm. Feeling the nip, you freed your breath and a small grin tempted the corner of your lips. A warm surge of relief doused you.
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