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..........The sun had already disappeared long ago. The sky had darkened to a silky ebony color. It was dotted with small, diamond-like stars. They gave a twinkle or two if you stared at them long enough and right next to them, nestled an even bigger sight, the moon. It was bright and full, mimicking the sun. Yet the rays it gave off were not golden and warm, but rather cold and eerie. This mysterious, pale light of the moon peeked in through the window of a particular room and upon a sleeping figure coiled up comfortably amongst sheets and pillows of his bed. This figure was illuminated by the moon, from the very bottoms of his canine feet, up to his furry ears, which would twitch every now and then. His slender torso would move up and down deeply. All of these were signs indicating that he was lost in his own world of dreams. Though, this peaceful sight was not the only one witnessed by the moon’s curious eye. For the door to the room had been slightly ajar, leaving just enough space for a pair of creepy, crimson orbs to pierce their gaze into the room and upon the lying figure of Laxis.

..........Slowly the door would creak open. And it made a loud ‘moaning’ sound too, due to the untended hinges. The figure that started to come through there quickly stopped in his tracks and glared viciously at the door. Then with an even more cautious gaze, glanced at Laxis once more, who was undisturbed by the noise. With a satisfied smile, gracefully the form wandered into the room, his long raven hair flowing behind him. Carefully, ever so carefully, did he take a seat next to Laxis. Slender digits extended outwards, the long, talon-like black nails upon each digit would stroke the chestnut locks of Laxis. A few times. This made Laxis groan gently, before turning over, now completely facing the stranger whom sat upon his bed. Slowly, the moon’s light would shift, revealing the identity of our intruder. The pale features, the unique marks etched underneath his fiery crimson eyes, all made it quite clear who our man of mystery was. None other than Damien. As to why he decided to stalk into Laxis’ room in the middle of the night has yet to become apparent. Damien resumed his petting actions. His caresses would slide down along Laxis’ tranquil face. A sight he was not pleased to see. Maybe that was the reason. Seeing this face always happy and carefree made him sick. Even more so, this very face won the attention and affection of Zsolt all the time. Frowning deeply, one of Damien’s sharp, black nails dug harshly against the flesh of Laxis’ face. Enough to leave a bit of a mark. All the while he did this, a sort of an enchantment spell was casted. He was after all, a powerful wizard. In his mind, one of the best. Why not put his skills to use and have a little torturous fun? And it worked like a charm. “Have pleasant dreams…”, Damien’s wicked voice uttered and he watched closely to see Laxis’ reaction.

..........Small feet pitter pattered on the ground and little hands carried a basket of wild berries. A child’s breath could be heard. His breath was heavy, he seemed anxious and excited. He was coming up, when two familiar faces would be there to greet him.

..........“Ah, Laxis dear! Where have you been? We’ve been so worried!”

..........The child, with large ears and a broad smile held out his prize. “I brought us all berries!”

..........The woman would smile warmly and gently pat this child upon the head. “How thoughtful of you, go show your father, he will be very proud of you, Laxis.”

..........Nodding rapidly, the childish Laxis would rush over towards another form. A more masculine one. Once again, greeted with a warm smile, the deep voice of the man spoke, “Laxis, there you are. Didn’t I tell you not to wander so far away? Your mother and I fret when we don’t know where you are.”

..........]The young Laxis would giggle, “Sorry daddy, I will be careful from now on", he would answer, acknowledging his father's concerns. Only then did Laxis whip out the basket of berries and he proudly showed it to his father, “Look what I brought for us!” the father’s smile would widen and parted to say, “Wow! Well done son!”, a large hand would reach out and ruffle Laxis’ chestnut hair. “Let’s all go eat them together!” Laxis cooed to his father who nodded in agreement.

..........And just when all seemed so right and familiar…the scene turned gruesome.

..........Instead of holding the strong hand of his father, there was now a bloody hand. The lovely, welcoming expression of his mother was no more, but rather, replaced with a stoic, lifeless corpse, whose face was twisted in fear and gore.

..........In the middle of it all, a small Laxis, screaming out loudly, calling for his mother and father. Only to realize that the inevitable had happened. He was alone.

..........All alone.

..........Damien had witnessed all the expressions upon Laxis’ face, as Laxis dreamt of his most horrid memory. First when Laxis had a smiling face from remembering his parents to how it completely transformed into horror upon once again seeing the death of his loved ones. Damien wanted to laugh. Laugh so hard. This was all too amusing. And now to see Laxis curled up in a ball, shivering and whimpering was all too delicious.

..........Standing up, a sadistic grin sprawled over his lips, he would exit the room, feeling satisfied about his work. He wondered what other victim he could experiment on. And that’s when he thought of the only name that was ever on his mind. Zsolt. With a soft cackle, he made his way to where Zsolt might be slumbering…

Here, we left off, a ruthless Damien who had been picking upon our poor Laxis through the tactic of nightmares. Laxis, who still was shaking uncontrollably and dreamt of those ghastly images of his dead parents. All the while, Damien was just about to leave, wanting to find another prey to torture. That prey was named, Zsolt. However, just before Damien stepped out of the room, something caught his crimson gaze…

..........… A foot and a familiar one at that. It was Zsolt’s. ‘So, they both sleep in the same room’, Damien thought to himself, slightly irritated at the thought. Nonetheless, it was convenient as it saved him the trouble of having to hunt down Zsolt and risk the chance of waking him or Laxis up. Strolling in the general direction of where Zsolt’s foot poked out in sight, Damien would soon come upon the visage of Zsolt’s body in whole. It was sprawled across the floor. For a moment, Damien just gawked at Zsolt’s lean and tall frame. What a delectable sight. One that made Damien’s tongue glide over his lips a few times, as if he was some ravenous wolf about to pounce. Smirking, Damien stepped closer still to Zsolt and then knelt down next to his slumbering figure until their faces were within inches of one another. Zsolt was just a living memory himself. His scars, that patch over his eye. Just his face alone reminded Damien of when he first met this man a long time ago. Extending a palm, his long digits would smooth their touch over the patch upon Zsolt’s eye. Then those very fingers would glide over the scar that slashed itself across his face. ‘Oh, what fond memories indeed’, Damien thought to himself, coming up with the perfect memory for Zsolt to remember. Leaning down, Damien’s lips brushed across Zsolt’s jaw line, up along his throat and finally to his earlobe, where he then would sink his teeth into the tender skin there. A harsh bite. Enough that made Zsolt wince in his sleep. This activated the same spell that he had casted upon Laxis to initiate that horrible nightmare of his parents. And now, Zsolt will have the same effect. Sitting up, his grin never disappearing from his lips and his eyes half-lidded with contentment, Damien observed as Zsolt went spiraling down into turmoil in his dream world.

..........There was a fragrance in the air. A strong and aromatic one. That of flowers. He would open his eyes, both of them and he would be greeted with the beautiful sight of a field, filled endlessly with a variety of flowers and plants. Amongst this field, the most beautiful blossom laid nestled. Her hair would flow with the wind. Her pale features would glow in the sun and her sapphire eyes were kind, just like her expression. Her rosy, fullen lips would part and her honey-like voice pierced his ears, as she murmured sweetly to him, “I picked these just for you, Zsolt.” And she would smile, an exquisite smile.

..........The younger Zsolt would be taken aback by such an affectionate action. His cheeks slightly tinged with red and he was at a loss for words. He was still getting use to this. Being in love. But nonetheless, he would smile some, his usually hard features turning soft and his voice gained the courage to speak, “Thank you, Philena.”

..........Back in reality, Damien had been observing. Like some scientist with a guinea pig. He knew his enchantment was working just by the serene appearance of Zsolt’s face. Moving on top of Zsolt, straddling his sleeping body. Both of his slender hands reached out to cradle Zsolt’s face. Leaning down, his lips descended upon Zsolt’s in a feather-like kiss. As he left just enough space where he could whisper, “Suffer…”, and once again, the spell he charmed Zsolt with, activated.

..........The peaceful scene of our couple would fade. No longer did the younger Zsolt see the lovely face of his past lover. But now it was darkness. Voices were all around. Accusing him of treachery.

..........“Guilty.”
..........“Guilty.”
..........“GUILTY!”

..........“You killed him. YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND! Be punished. Be punished!”

..........These voices kept saying. Repeatedly. Zsolt seemed at a loss. But when he looked down, he saw his bloodied hands and then the image of his best friend, soiled in crimson liquid. Blood.

..........And then, laughter. No, more like a cackle. Zsolt seemed to recognize this evil. When he turned, he saw the visage of Damien. Just laughing and glowering down at him with pity. This enraged Zsolt beyond any judgment. “YOU DID THIS!” Zsolt screamed. And without a second thought, he rushed towards this image of Damien. Head on. But before Damien could even run or dodge, Zsolt’s limb had gone straight through his torso. Right to where the heart would be.

..........But he was fooled.

..........For the illusion of Damien faded away and slowly another familiar face was revealed. That beautiful blossom that caught his heart. Philena. Whose heart he had now pierced. Literally. The younger Zsolt would just freeze in place. Unable to move, or to truly realize what he had done. Slowly Philena would fall limp. She was gone…

..........“NO!”, Zsolt screamed out in his sleep. Tears rushing down his one good eye. Damien was having the time of his life. This scene of absolute torture was pure, sinful pleasure. And he was indulging in every moment of it. His crimson eyes of his just watched intensely as Zsolt’s face twisted in sadness. But the spell wasn’t done yet…

..........The younger Zsolt held the now idle Philena in his arms. And he was hunched over her form, crying and mourning for her loss. He had murdered her. Slain his own love with his bare hands. When he lifted his head to look at her, she was no longer there. Instead it was another face. A younger one. With chestnut hair, large ears, and a sadden expression. His paw reached out to Zsolt, and he seemed to whisper, “W..why…?”, in a choked voice. Before he too, fell limp in Zsolt’s arms.

..........It was Laxis.

..........Once again, Zsolt screamed in his sleep. “LAXIS!” So disturbed by this image, that the will power of Zsolt had overcome the enchantment of Damien’s and suddenly Zsolt awakened. Sitting right up, eyes wide with terror, only to be greeted with the very face that brought him such torture, Damien. He had a smug smile upon his lips and he whispered, “Did you sleep well…?”, his question was followed with that manic laughter. The laughter that Zsolt hated so much.