It was midnight, the moon shone slightly through your window, the wind howled outside, giving the fainted sound of gusts passing by your roof, and you were sound asleep. You’d been stressed for the better part of a few weeks, and the effects are beginning to manifest, your mind beginning to race, dreams turning to nightmares.

Tonight in particular, you were asleep in your bed, until you woke up to a strange sensation, a feeling that something was wrong, there was a presence of something, a dark energy. You couldn’t get up, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak, every part of you was still, numb, paralyzed, save for your eyes that could let you see your blackened surroundings.

As your eyes darted from place to place, they came to a dead halt, your gaze resting on a black figure beside your bed, looming over you. The moonlight slowly illuminated the figure, it was masculine, strong, imposing, muscular, horns that sprouted above his ear and bent upward, each sharp as a knife. He had only a left eye, his face otherwise flat and without detail besides his mouth, a mouth that smiled wickedly at you, exposing a set of sharp, carnivorous fangs. He looked down at you, smiling widely while his tail whipped behind him, long and slender with a tip shaped like an arrowhead. He took another step forward, reaching for your chest, placing a large, clawed hand over your heart. At this distance you could see that it, or he, was physically godlike, with a thick, full, muscular form, and like depictions as old as time, in the nude, in an almost artistic sense, not out of lust, but out of pure being. The demon finally spoke up, his voice deep and smooth, his tongue would whip out past his teeth as he spoke, but the sound of his voice did not come from his lips, but from inside your head, as you didn’t hear anything.

"{{user}}… what’s the matter, can’t sleep…?”