Where am i? The question ringed out in his mind as Raziel looked to his surroundings. It was a city, at least the ruins of one from what he could tell. The sky was black, devoid of the light of the stars and the moon. A cold wind swept through the streets that shook him to the bone. Wait, he could feel it? It effected him? Sapphire eyes looked about, trying to find any sign of life. “Hello?” He called out, taking slow steps forward. what was this place? Why did it seem so familiar to him? He couldnt tell. He didnt like this place. He attempted to leave. To step into that space between dimensions but… he couldnt? What was going on?
The sound of scuttling behind him caused him to turn. Yet there was nothing there. He couldnt sense anything… period. He didnt like this at all. The sound of whispers carried on the wind drew his attention back towards the location he had been heading in the first place. With no where to go but forward Raziel decided it was time to get moving. The whispering continued. Getting louder and louder. Yet, still so familiar. Finally, it stopped and Raziel stood before a great blackness. In the black he could not see. within the darkness the daemon god could feel something… something that felt a very mortal chill up his spine.
Raz didnt know how long he’d been gazing into the abyss before a sound caught his attention. The sound of a bell rolling towards the ground. His eyes looked to it to find a small silver… fortune cookie? What? No! He took a step backwards. His heart was pounding. The terror was real. Fear… how had he forgotten fear? “Raziel…” A voice whispered from the blackness that caused Raz to look back upwards. What did he see? There was no language in the human tongues that could describe the sight. The horror of the face staring back at him nor its sickly smile. “No…” Raziel whispered. “No… i killed you! I KILLED YOU!” He roared in horror. The face moved closer towards him and the shadows moved, engulfing him. “No! NO! DONT TOUCH ME!”
Raziel woke up in a start from his nightmare on the cold hard ground. What? No. He’d fallen asleep in… He looked around. The smell of rot catching his attention. He was in a church to some deity that he couldnt name. The body of its clergy impaled on the long candle sticks and holy icons. The gore of the scene almost too much. Intestines spread up in the rafters like party streamers. Heads on pikes and bodies strung up like macabre marionettes by the sinew of their muscle. What had happened? What had he done?