you made hell feel like home; any

[Kagerus]

Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.

From where our eyes linger, granules of sand shift and shimmer, parting as the womb of the earth will in order to birth its next monster. The rising creature is a hideous thing, all smoke and horns, the image of what must haunt this boy's mind day and night. In my stomach, a forgotten part of me screams and cowers, but I ignore her. She is no dreamer.

My smile is wide, distorted, filled with too many teeth. To think that such a quiet, meek fellow could dream up such monstrosities - I relish the sensation of surprise. I want more, I want to be shaken. I glance back at him, breathing heavily, admiring the way his golden skin trembles and quakes, the way his eyes glow. On his tongue, reverence.

Above, the sky silently shatters. A hole is rent in its middle, folding in on itself, compressing and distorting and shriveling up until nothing of the deserts remains except for stray granules of sand at our hooves. Around us, now, the Abyss - my favourite place to come. A nothingness so intimate that one can almost forget - anything.

But today, we come to remember. I can see that in his eyes.

"Rapt, my little boy," I whisper, possessive. That other worldliness has entered my voice again, and it shall be in his too. It is a nonnegotiable quality of the Abyss. "Won't you say hello?" The creature stands where he was manifested, but now, a step forward. Eyes, glinting. That smile... The granules of sand vibrate below us.

"Monsters don't like to be kept waiting."

Kagerus

sweet nothing

@[rapt]