Visionless vision

A pair of clouded eyes, a soothing voice, speaking wicked words; pale skin, and then… blood — lots of blood. Those were only the clear pictures Samael could make up to the snippets he was pulled into after chewing a part of Tristan's flesh. 

The memories were vague and short and quick, playing in rewind but in times ten speed. Until… Samael reached the very beginning, where everything started. 

Standing in a white space, Samael looked around. Everything was white; the walls and floor were covered with marble white. It was almost sparkling clean. The temperature was low. He had experienced running at the peak of winter, naked, and even bathed in the freezing lake during his vagabond days.