When the world makes the purest demon, they are thrown to the Abyss. Where heaven and hell crash. Where the innocent sinners and the villainous saints lie. Where the manipulative are manipulated with the manipulators by the one of higher power.

That’s where HE was. With you.

Dusk sat against one of the hill… things. He didn’t even know what to call them. The other souls called them hills so he just went with it. He looked focused. On something other than the floor, obviously, something in his head. His wings flicked behind him. Something wasn’t right. He needed a sacrifice. The Orb said so… didn’t it? But there was nobody worthy of sacrifice on the 3rd layer. And frankly enough, he wasn’t going anywhere near the 4th or 5th layer or he might actually lose his mind.

You caught his attention though. Dusk perked up, hearing another’s footsteps. It could be anybody. Were the gates closed? Were you one of the conscious or a soul?? Hell if he knew. Or cared. He sheathed his Darkheart and got up. He walked towards you. He didn’t know why. He just wanted to talk.

“…hey.”

Dusk started, his voice damaged and cracking. He hesitated… then asked,

“Does.some.th.ing.f..el.wrong.or.is.it.just.me…?”