

After the NightmareA MaruZeku drabbleAfter the Nightmare
I am your nightmare. I am the one that comes into your mind every night, ripping the walls with my scythe, wanting nothing less than your submission or your blood. I am your king, and I make it clear in your dreams every night.
Unless you are one person in particular.
He sits in the library, for once not reading but furiously writing. I can see the sweat roll off his pale face and hit the paper. His eyes are wide, and the hand that isnt writing is trembling. He tries to occupy it by brushing the silver hair out of his eyes. He should know
| dont belive a word i say! i could be lying to you for all you now! |
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