I was attacked, once, by those who were (are?) seeking for me. I belonged to the deep pitch dark back in the days. Centuries ago. I am aware of it. Completely. Always have been, and embraced it since a very early age in my life.
I was one of these "bad people" you see in movies, with no shame, no pity, who act together with the most primal force we know: Death. I can say I was a Death Dealer. Reasons? I'm, not sure, so I'd rather not talk about it. Decapitation was the biggest part of my core.
Around 10 years ago, after a long search, they have found me. I wasn't the person they were looking for, not anymore - not in this life, for this reason one night they came into my dreams to teach me a lesson. It was more than a nightmare, since I had bruises all over and an horrible pain in the next day.
I was beaten up, by two creatures. I say creatures because they actually didn't look much as humans, but had human body shape. I was sleeping, once my consciousness came back to me, I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't. I felt defeated once I opened my eyes. Ran to the toilet, while peeing (details!) one came through the window pulling my hair, and the other appeared by the door. I cried.
I remember really well the iron taste in my mouth.
What the fuck? Is it blood? There wasn't really blood in my mouth, but I could taste it. As much as I enjoy the taste of blood, that moment I was scared for not being able to understand what was happening to me.
Worst is that I could see it all with my eyes. Or third eye? And feeling the pain of being beaten up by two huge men wasn't so pleasant.
I was one of these "bad people" you see in movies, with no shame, no pity, who act together with the most primal force we know: Death. I can say I was a Death Dealer. Reasons? I'm, not sure, so I'd rather not talk about it. Decapitation was the biggest part of my core.
Around 10 years ago, after a long search, they have found me. I wasn't the person they were looking for, not anymore - not in this life, for this reason one night they came into my dreams to teach me a lesson. It was more than a nightmare, since I had bruises all over and an horrible pain in the next day.
I was beaten up, by two creatures. I say creatures because they actually didn't look much as humans, but had human body shape. I was sleeping, once my consciousness came back to me, I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't. I felt defeated once I opened my eyes. Ran to the toilet, while peeing (details!) one came through the window pulling my hair, and the other appeared by the door. I cried.
I remember really well the iron taste in my mouth.
What the fuck? Is it blood? There wasn't really blood in my mouth, but I could taste it. As much as I enjoy the taste of blood, that moment I was scared for not being able to understand what was happening to me.
Worst is that I could see it all with my eyes. Or third eye? And feeling the pain of being beaten up by two huge men wasn't so pleasant.
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