Another Nightmare

??? POV:

"Rage. Hate. Sadness. Pain. The torrent of emotions consuming this girl was so invigorating. A pleasure immeasurable to any suffering she had endured before brought me. I needed to send her soul deeper into despair. I need more. MORE!"

I was desperate. The rush I felt when she fought that abomination was more than anything I had felt before. Though, I guess that's not really saying much.

Even though the girl was still hasn't recovered mentally and emotionally, it was practically nothing compared to before. It wasn't enough for me. I needed to make her suffer more. And I knew just how.

Just like before, I poured contra into my left eye and waited. It was only a couple of minutes before I finally saw what I wanted.

A twisted and vile smile spread across my face as the scenes in the vision flowed in my mind.

"Yes. This will do. But not all at once. Don't want to scare the poor girl too much."

A terrible, maniacal laugh roared out as I heard her screams echoing in my head.

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Asuka POV:

"Not again."

I woke up inside of a large building. The marble floor had intricate circular patterns and stone pillars acting as supports. Looking up into the circular stained glass ceiling with a picture of what seems the be two beings....talking? No, maybe they're fighting. It's hard to say exactly.

I then looked forward, and there was another window with stained glass showing a woman with clear porcelain skin, white hair, garments and four large radiant wings sprouting from her back. The sunlight shining through giving the woman a truly angelic look.

In one hand, she was holding up a white spear with a long blade. In her other hand....was a severed head.

It belonged to a woman with onyx black hair and brown skin. Her eyes were closed giving her a relaxed expression.The radiant woman was holding it where the neck had been sliced. Blood turned her white hands red as it dripped off of her.

Surprisingly, I wasn't phased by the graphic imagery. My expression remained calm and my breath steady. I lowered my gaze even more and my eyes fell where rows of white pews with light blue seats contained dozens of people all kneeling in silent prayer. 

With some of their shoulders dropping and the sounds of weeping coming from others.

I walked in the space separating each pews making my way towards the front where a woman knelt in front of a statue of a man. The woman was wearing some kind of white dress with a long hood going down her back. From her, an ethereal voice then rang and a sudden warmth bloomed within me. I couldn't make out what she was saying but a feeling of relief had overwhelmed me. It was like a burden I didn't even know or didn't want to acknowledge was lifted off my shoulders. A tear had formed in my eye but I quickly wiped it and suppressed that feeling of warmth which was suddenly replaced with every bone in my body telling me she was dangerous.

I looked around to see if anybody else had been affected and the people whose faces at first looked dejected and forlorn, now glowed with hope. Some had stood raising their arms in the air singing along with the woman, tears freely flowing from their eyes while others fell their knees and bowed in reverence. 

I couldn't tell how long this had gone on. I wanted to run. No. I needed to. But I couldn't. I wanted to listen to her more. To kneel. To worship. 

But soon, her song finished and the heavenly voice disappeared. 

"PRAISE THE LORD," the people cheered.

The woman then stood and slowly turned revealing the white mask that covered her face. 

"PRAISE THE LORD," they cheered again.

"Praise Lord-"

Before she could finish the scene changed. The bright day sky turned into a dark night. Ash and soot filled the air. Debris of a destroyed building lay everywhere. Several limbs were sticking out of the rubble and some other bodies were lying on the ground charred beyond recognition. Black flames danced as the wind blew, the crackles echoing in the air like a mocking laugh. 

My eyes remained where the lady once stood. But all that remained now was a body covered in those black flames.

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"

I tried to spin my head around towards the direction of the cry but for some reason I had no control over my body. 

"PLEASE! ANYONE!"

Finally, my head slowly began to turn around where a young boy lay kneeling. He was turned from me crawling on the ground, fingers digging into the gravel pulling himself forward with all his might. I tried to run to the boy but instead my legs leisurely moved forward. A feeling of unease began to corrupt my heart. The way my body moved wasn't the way one would when trying to save a person. 

As I tried to take back control of my body stepped on a piece of broken wood snapping it. Hearing this, the boy froze in place then snapped his head back and a look of terrible horror crossed his face as soon as his eyes met mine.

He quickly turned back around and began to desperately crawl faster, tearing the skin on his fingers leaving blood stains behind. 

"HELP! MOMMY! DADDY! PLEASE!"

"Is he...running from me?"

Before I could further think about that question, black flames ignited in my right hand and shaped itself into a blade. I felt as panic flooded my body and I started to try and mold my anima but something had cut me off from it.

Before I knew it I loomed over the boy. Despite not having control over my body, I could still feel the sadistic smile forming on my face. The boy soon stopped trying to crawl away and let his head drop to the ground. Without even looking back, I could tell he knew he was about to die. With trembling hands, he laced his fingers together and silently began to pray. 

I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I could hear the terror with each crack I his voice. 

I then felt as my arm raised itself in the air ready to plunge the blade into the child's back.

His voice got louder and more desperate with every second as fear of the inevitable continued to grow in his heart.

I could do nothing but watch as the blade seamlessly cut through bone and tissue.

Stifled screams came out of the boy's mouth as the flaming blade scorched him from the inside and made me want to cringe at the sight. But my face did not shift even an inch and a smile remained plastered on it. Slowly, the flames spread throughout his body. The boy twitched on the ground for a few seconds before finally succumbing to the pain.

A familiar feeling rose in my chest and I wanted to scream. To cry and condemn my own helplessness. But instead, all my body could muster was a sinister cackle laced with malevolence.