by RiDragon » 07/05/2018 2:40 PM
In the press of your back
A flash of pain, burning and melting of his facial skin. The mask was taking what it was owed.
"Mortal!" The demon sensed that the mask was closing in, it felt a slight flutter of worry in its heart, but it was dismissed. Even if this mortal escaped with the mask, the curse would drive the thing mad.
Wouldn't it?
Do you feel the shore swell?
The pain was horrible, all encompassing. His flesh was being melted and melded with the mask. All he could do was run. Run and try to remember, through the pain, what he was doing and who he even was.
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
There was a pressure on his left eye. Like a headache, but increasing with intensity. When it became almost unbearable, he heard and felt a wet pop. Blood seeped out of his ear and nose as his old eye was crushed and replaced with the demonic eye that resided within the mask.
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home...
I see the stars,Drifting aimless I feel their heatwarming, selflessI will give... I will takeI will feel the stars crash, crash down