by The Dreamweaver only could nod at the words of the possessed, raven-haired girl. The spirit seemed to hesitate just a bit, but finally killed the man in a way that the dream had not anticipated-- broken larynx. Nice. Veronika smiled at the pain of the man, relishing taste of the grim and suffocating death he was literally experiencing. The demeanor of the girl had completely changed, for the better. No longer was it a shy and intimidated little girl, but a ravenous spiritual beast hosting the child’s tall body. It was all too exciting and enthralling, really.
“That I am,” the blonde said with a devious grin in response to the Daemon’s question. She was indirectly at fault for this monster falling into their realm. Veronika had not predicted that the knife would have slashed so deeply through the fabrics of reality and space, maybe time too. Surely this was not solely coincidence, there had to be some reason that it was this being here before her so specifically, right? “You may call me Veronika when I’m in this form~” the nightmare proceeded to introduce herself. “And who might you be, have you a name that you have not forgotten?”
The Daemon’s existence was truly puzzling and overwhelming, but from what she gathered, the being was a cluster of many many souls. Each soul at one point had a different name and now they were all blended together. Despite having seen the more recent past of the strange spiritual cluster, the name would require more painful digging, or perhaps, she would obtain it by simply asking like any decent person.
Of course the next thing to happen was quite the spoopy event of sorts. Without a warning as the seconds passed, a shadow began to fall over the land. The mystery of it was an exciting shock. The moon turned a deep onyx black and a strange “powder” could be noticed falling from the sky. Oh how curious things would get~
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