hellstorm

N/A · 01-23-2014, 11:43 PM

He could hear the wind roaring, the thunder booming, lightning striking. The flashes reached his eyes each time, brightening his small den as though the sun had fallen inside it. The thought that people might need help, that they might be in danger, had crossed his mind. But Erebos was frozen with fear.

He lay curled around himself in the far reaches of his hole, quivering and crying out every so often when a particularly horrifying image assaulted him. His hallucinations had returned in full force with the fear and he was struggling to keep them at bay. He imagined death in so many ways he had lost track, and it wasn't always his own. Each time that he pushed the visions away, more came to plague him shortly thereafter.

You will be fine when it's over. You will be happy when it's over. These words he repeated to himself over and over between agonizing screams. He would be okay. He would not let this own him again.

Speech,

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