[OPEN] Another Day, Another Week, Another Month, Another Year...

[lonelysmiles]

Who: Alastor and you
Which: Interactive Dream, OPEN
Where: A warped version of Reverein that looks like Hell and Reverein have merged together.
What: Alastor has a legitimate nightmare for the first time since arriving, and it’s of a version of Reverein where him going noctaere led to him becoming as much of a social pariah as he is in Hell.
Warnings: It’s Alastor, and he’s not having a very good night’s sleep.


Reverein sat quietly beneath the glowing red pentagram that turned the sky purple. Demons, fairies, and others went about their business, going in and out of shops, sometimes pausing to chat on the streets. However, there was a nervous tension that buzzed in the air whenever the breeze caught the edge of one of many posters put up around town, prompting some people to glance at the sketch of a terrifying demon with wicked antlers, terrible claws, and a horrifying fanged smile.

BEWARE!!!!!! HIM!! THE RADIO DEMON!!

Wandering into the Residential District, there eventually came a sudden abandoned gap of treehouses and apartment buildings. Things had become overgrown, all of it leading up to a blackened tree that seemed to be slowly scaling a radio tower.

Anyone who attempted the front door would find it unlocked. Not at all surprising given nobody wanted to come anywhere near the occupant or anywhere he might haunt. The door opened to a black void so cold that it froze the very soul, the emptiness stretching into eternity.

And somewhere inside was Alastor.

But Things lurked in the endless dark, patches of blackness darker than the rest of the darkness that moved out of the corner of one’s eye and watched with unseen, unblinking gazes.

Dare you risk it and rouse the tormented dreamer? Or will you move on to the next person’s dream and leave the demon to his demons?

Comments

[abyssbound]

"If that's what it takes." Asura responded, his eyes falling to those chains that still shackled Alastor. So immaterial and intangible, yet unbreakable to all but the one who didn't realize they aren't even locked. Asura had his own chains that bound him, though in his case he at was at least looking for the key.

"Alastor, you are the god of this world." He said suddenly when the demon stepped out through the door and into the ruined Reverein. "Or haven't you realized it yet?"

[lonelysmiles]

"Dear me. Perhaps I should part ways with you before your praise overstimulates my ego. Not even I'd dare place myself above the Creator and His loa."

So, no, he had no idea they were in a dream...or a nightmare, rather. It was so easy for him to tell in others' dreams, but not his own.

Being this far out from others allowed Alastor's keen ears to hear more than what was in the immediate vicinity. One ear swiveled about now at a distant sound farther into the forest.

Whoops, sorry about that.

[abyssbound]

It must be a difference of experience; Asura has spent literal centuries traversing dreams and illusory worlds, and his third eye is capable of seeing through falsehoods. He could never mistake a dream for reality, but dreams are such fragile and volatile things that he can't outright tell the dreamer until they figure it out themselves--provided they'd even believe him if he said as much. In any case, Asura may be powerful, but within the depths of a dream, the dreamer is God.

"I have no interest in stoking your ego, Alastor." Asura sneered with visible distaste, but neither did he elaborate--his ears also picked up the sound that alerted Alastor, and he looked to the tree line to try to spot the source.

"What is it?"

It's all good. December is busy

[lonelysmiles]

"An unwelcome visitor, if I'm not mistaken."

He turned towards the woods, summoning his staff and twirling it between his fingers casually as he started to stroll towards the sound.

"Should prove entertaining enough. Have a good day, sir."