Inner peace

"Dan."

"Dan..."

"Dan!"

Dan opened his eyes groggily.

"Ugh." Dan held his head as a savage headache ravaged his scull.

What in the hell?

Everything was blurry.

"Hey, man, are you okay?"

Dan could barely hear the person speaking as his mind and body were still reeling from the aftereffects.

Golden demonic eyes with seals flashed in his head accompanied by weird, almost unreal images.

He'd been...dreaming?

Dan straightened and he hit his feet against the counter.

"Fuck!"

"Here you go, dude."

Philip handed him his glasses.

He took them and wore them and the world around him began to take shape.

"Thanks, " he said quietly.

Dan sat on his chair and just stared out into space.

Different images kept flooding his head, images of demons and angels, beings that called themselves sentinels.

There was one of him killing his coworker in cold blood...Philip.