Δaimons

Thomas was panting and groaning in pain.

-Still awake I see- This thing, it was savoring his agony. He could feel it getting closer with every blood-red pulse. It was now directly in front of him.

"Ack, ugh.. haaa." He breathed in with difficulty and lifted his head. He felt it would be better to look at it before he met his creator.

What he saw was completely bizarre and startling. Floating in the air in front of him was not a demon, not a god, not some grotesque creature that was impossible to even imagine, it was completely extramundane. In the middle of lurid red was a shape, some kind of polyhedron, a mixture of square and triangular shapes that spun and twisted around themselves, dyed in reds and dark yellows. It was a bit larger than two palms.

-How painful it must be- The light pulsed as it expressed itself -I can help you, Thomas, I can give you the power to escape this place-

What was it hoping to achieve? If it was concerned for him it wouldn't let him hit the ground, to begin with. Thomas pondered, trying to shut it out from his mind.

-I know how much it hurts, just one word is all I need and I will help you. I WILL GUIDE YOU-

He was trying to stop himself from fainting, he suspected the moment he did a fate even worse than death would await him.

-Awfully stubborn, aren't you-

-SCREW YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I WON'T LET YOU HAVE IT SO EASILY-

He lashed back desperately

-AHAHAHAHA, THIS TRULY IS THE BEST. You know, I don't need you ali..-

An idea clicked inside Thomas' head. -So, this is your... Prison? You're just as trapped in here as I am- He ignored the burning pain. If this thing could use him it would have done so already, but somehow as long as he resisted and humored it he was 'safe'.

-HA, I get it, you're WEAK! Something put you in here and you can do NOTHING ABOUT IT. HA, what kind of all-powerful God are you if you ended up like this?-

He knew it was working, the polyhedron had stopped rotating, it was motionless now. He had infuriated it.

-YOU FOOL! YOU THINK THIS IS ALL IT TAKES TO STOP ME?-

Instantaneously a red pillar of light shot from underneath him, raising him up. The red energy was engulfing his very existence, invading him.

"What? AHHHHHHHHH!" He shrieked in terror. This suffering, it was deeper than mere wounds, cuts, and broken bones. His very soul was screaming.

His mind was being torn apart. As more of the baleful energy entered him he felt the suffering subside, but he was losing himself.

Then, a sound similar to glass breaking could be heard and he sensed a long and sharp object penetrate his back and skewer his heart. Even though it was distressing, the expected reaction to this didn't come. It was warm and painless.

The rhombicuboctahedron would disagree, however. It distanced itself from the human. Its light was betraying its crawling agony.

He looked down and what he saw was a white, glistering metal. It was large and even though it had run through his heart, he didn't feel anything. As the stream of red light disappeared he could see what it was that had saved him.

A colossal woman with dark gray skin, she was holding an incredibly long white-silver spear, that when compared to her, was impossibly thin like a ray of light. Thomas was captivated, the more he looked the more his eyes refused to even close. He couldn't understand why, but when he saw her tears started flowing down his cheeks.

His gaze wandered up her figure. Underneath the cloak, she was stark naked. Her body looked malnourished, with almost no fat in it. When he tried to get a glimpse of her face he was blinded by the luminosity. His pupils slowly adjusted to the brightness and he could now see her. Her long, wavy black hair contrasted her grey skin. The source of the unbelievably bright illumination was on her forehead. Over her delicate mouth and nose was a big circular plate. It concealed her eyes and the top of her head behind its black surface.

As he looked more carefully he discerned that it wasn't that disk that released the light. It was her, she was radiant. Thomas was no longer simply captivated, he was mesmerized.

-STOP THIS SACRILEGE NOW! ASLOG!- Hammered that thing behind him again.

It no longer mattered, to Thomas the only thing that existed right now was that woman. When she parted her lips it was as if the whole universe was preparing to sing. She spoke in a language that he had never heard before. It sounded divine, so rhythmic and melodic that simply hearing it one would assume it was the singing of angels. Her voice was like a choir inside a dome of marble.

The spear, that he was hanging from, started vibrating and his mind went blank. He was now speaking at the same time as her, his words were not his own.

"You cannot escape, fiend of darkness. Remain in this place forevermore and suffer! For when the moons cease their cycles and the most distant stars have burned out, here you shall be. Forgotten for eternity and an eternity after!"

-NOOOO!-

Both the Goddess and Thomas disappeared from that dark prison.

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In the blink of an eye, they were somewhere entirely different. A strong gust of wind blew on them waking Thomas up. They were motionlessly flying in the night sky, underneath the stars and the... Moons.

They remained there for what seemed like an endless instance. Finally, she spoke one word. He didn't know what it was, but it sounded like a farewell. He then started to slide down the spear of light, leaving trails of blood. When he reached the edge he muttered "beautiful".

He was already too weak to say anything else, but at least his last words could be forever dedicated to something truly so beautiful his heart could stop. 'How ironic', he said to himself

And then, he closed his eyes and fell. He wasn't distressed, he was prepared to die from the beginning anyway. In the end, he could find solace that he would finally find peace.