The Aureole of Dread

Adam's long coat fluttered, the crackling fire's soft glow he had been stirring filtering through the worn holes riddling the rag. Yes, a rag invaded by thick patches of dark, dried blood, a rag that seemed to have endured the worst the world had to offer and even more. Yet, its owner still sat, his only eye sunken and so dark that the flames didn't reflect in it.

Even the acidic scent of the sizzling meat didn't draw his attention. After all, everything was the same in the abyss: dark and disgusting, nightmares impossible to wake up from.

However, two things helped him keep hope... Well, one of them hadn't answered his expectations yet. But maybe today would be different?