The world burned... smoke filled the skies, and bodies filled the floor.
Asmodeus stood frozen in this dream, once again trapped and unable to gain rest as he saw his beloved women cut down by the man who was supposed to be his best friend and brother.
"Why Alan!?"
He shouted, trying to get the man's attention, but the voice didn't leave his lips. A silent scream of despair as Alan's blade stabbed Yumiko in the chest, her body dropping to join the others.
Asmodeus was left alone. His heart ached, and his mind raced as he watched the blade rise; it would cut off Yumiko's head next.
'Stop!'
This dream started a few nights earlier, a foreboding feeling that grew worse with each repetition. The more Asmodeus saw this dream, the more lucid and realistic it became.
