Pain (iii)

As her surroundings lightened, Lorey broke out of her self pitying. The first tear lightly streamed down her pale cheek as she glanced around disoriented with the change. Finding the origin of the light, her confusion only deepened at the sight before her. 

'Why is the demon confused like me?'

The Rakshasa hovered in the air adjacent to the light, and just like Lorey, a look of utter befuddlement graced his one eyed face. 

The light soon started taking shape into a demented figure, contours and outlines were only visible but this creature was obviously not human. 

Her eyes started to twitch as she gazed at the rapidly forming silhouette, tears now starting to flow. Subconsciously murmuring, "this hurts," Lorey turned her attention back towards the demon to save her eyes from discomfort. 

Yakub was gazing intently at the silhouette. His eye remained transfixed on the character forming in front of him while his claw like fingers played with the rose shaped cuffs on his suit. 

Keeping her gaze on Yakub, the demon's singular eye widened in recognition, the light emanating from the creature illuminating his face. The look of surprise and pure terror was enough to keep Lorey from looking back as the demon mouthed "Of course it had to be a greater!" With one last flash of panic and shock on his face, Yakub disappeared in a flash, the space she was once looking at empty. 

As Lorey gazed into the empty space, a question started to form in her mind, 'What did he see?' The unknown appearance burned her brain with curiosity. Like the plague, the thought rapidly took over her mind, the anxiety, excitement, and wonder all building up like an overflowing bathtub. Finally, she could not resist the temptation and human nature won over. 

Lorey then glanced back at the creature, letting out a sharp gasp. Large white wings jutted out from a central point, the whole being exuding a feeling of radiance. The centre contained eyes within eyes, like when two mirrors are facing each other and an image is reflected forever. Every aspect of the creature was moving, wings fluttered, eyes blinked, and light shifted. The tendons holding the wings to the centre eye seemed to be made of raw flesh and more pupils. 

The glowing orbs peered into the fiber of her being. An invisible weight appeared on her shoulders just for glancing at such being, forcing her into a kneeling position, hands on the ground as if she was about to bow down. 

With her eyes wide open, transfixed at the thing in front of her, she started to bleed. All of her orifices leaked blood. It flowed rapidly and swiftly, not caring for her sanity or health. She slowly started to change colour, becoming more and more pale as the crimson liquid leaked from her body. But just as quickly as it arrived, it disappeared, the soft embrace of the bush behind her providing comfort as the ceiling of the tent came into view.