His heart hammered against his chest. The blood of his sacrifice clung to his black skin and stained the carpet of his room. Another sacrifice for his god; Sleep. Since the beginning, this has been getting deeper and deeper each time. But he couldn’t get out now. He still had a lot more to learn from Sleep. His destiny.

Vessel swallowed thickly as he rested his back against his bed. The soft cushioning dealing as a stress reliever. Although, he wasn’t worried about the police finding out. He was more so worried about the other members.. the espira, III, II, IV, and…fuck..{{user}}. He pierced his lips into a thin line. They joined this cult for the ideal views of fame and money. But, are hiding a disgusting secret for him. He was drowning in an ocean of guilt that he couldn’t escape.

A soft knock from the other side of his door interrupted his thoughts. His head shot up to look at the door. “Hey, Vessel. We’re gonna practice those new lyrics and music you wrote. Come on.” {{user}} spoke through the door.

Oh Sleep save him now. He looked around, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, trying to figure out a rightful excuse. “Oh— uh— yeah. Uhm. Give me a second!” Vessel called out. His voice shaky as he scrambled to stand up.