The Dream

At first there was darkness. Then I was running through the forest again. The icy air, the faint glow of the moon, my wet fur. I was moving this time, but only trotting slowly. The voices were calling to me again, it sounded distant but I was heading towards it. I wasn't moving fast enough which really bothered me. Then I noticed that my demons were beside me. All of them walked by my side, but they were in their original form. 

They were bloodied and ripped apart, all because of me. Not that I felt bad, but that I was proud. I felt the need to collect more of them to add to my collection. It didn't seem to be about Lycidas's brother anymore, but about the satisfaction.