The embodiment of Raffe stepped closer and Nox growled. His good hand jut out and kept the being at bay and his anger roiled through him. The lights went from cool blues and greens to reds and oranges -- like a wildfire raging in the distance. The first sound of invisible walls breaking as the horde found purchase once again in his mind. They pushed through the cracks feeling Nox's want and desire -- the same fucking thing that happened with Jay was happening now. "Why the fuck!" Nox shouted in the void of his emotion, though inside his head as they were it raged with fire and fury and it sounded quite odd to Nox as the words fell out of his mouth. "Does no one fucking listen." The power brimmed and brewed around him. There was no festering of power, no lost control for there was nothing but the dream manifesting Nox's absolute control of the power in his anger. There was no fight the effect was immediate in the dream. No struggle with the power. No resistance, it just was. "When I say NO." The last words came with a sudden burst of fire from around the pair of men standing.
The eyes that had started to creep through the cracks now turned tail and ran with the burst of fire spread out from Nox and Raffe's forms. The earth shook though they did not. The fire roared and yet they felt no heat. There was no stench of burning flesh and hair. They were all memories but in the dream they didn't exist. Just like in his dreams the people never spoke, just images on repeat. While this didn't happen and Nox remembered the burning stench that covered his body the night he fucked his life up, it wasn't present.
But with each fiery death a slash struck Nox's dream form. The glowing red slash bit and stung. It bled fire as it each one landed and the pain seared his soul. He'd never forget the pain of feeling the horde die to his hand. Each one left a mark. Each death flayed his skin from his body, gouged a new scar, burnt harder and deeper than the last until Nox was on his knees, tears silently streaming down his face. The horde would not win. This demon thing before would not win. He stared up broken, dripping fire and blood with defiance. "I WILL NOT" What should look like a battle field was nothing more than ash and dust. All the bodies he'd killed gone in the raging inferno, the horde was quiet in his head -- they weren't gone, just waiting -- waiting for another crack to form. Waiting to make him the monster he feared so much -- himself.
The eyes that had started to creep through the cracks now turned tail and ran with the burst of fire spread out from Nox and Raffe's forms. The earth shook though they did not. The fire roared and yet they felt no heat. There was no stench of burning flesh and hair. They were all memories but in the dream they didn't exist. Just like in his dreams the people never spoke, just images on repeat. While this didn't happen and Nox remembered the burning stench that covered his body the night he fucked his life up, it wasn't present.
But with each fiery death a slash struck Nox's dream form. The glowing red slash bit and stung. It bled fire as it each one landed and the pain seared his soul. He'd never forget the pain of feeling the horde die to his hand. Each one left a mark. Each death flayed his skin from his body, gouged a new scar, burnt harder and deeper than the last until Nox was on his knees, tears silently streaming down his face. The horde would not win. This demon thing before would not win. He stared up broken, dripping fire and blood with defiance. "I WILL NOT" What should look like a battle field was nothing more than ash and dust. All the bodies he'd killed gone in the raging inferno, the horde was quiet in his head -- they weren't gone, just waiting -- waiting for another crack to form. Waiting to make him the monster he feared so much -- himself.
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