I am but a simple angel wailing from a pit gorged in darkness.

I have been thrown here not by my own will, but by the wrath of the legionary superior.

She lashes at my body, waiting for a moment to dig her nails under my mind and invade.

What have i done do be cast here?

Was i not quick enough?

Was i not useful enough?

I tried my hardest.

I truly did...

The shadows wrap their dark tendrils around my legs and arms when my eyes begin to shut.

But i twitch to scare them off.

They are antsy.

They are quick to scurry away, and retreat when i curl my limbs closer to my body.

. . .

. . . . .

But other times, i know there is something else here. With me, stalking.

I can't see it, but i know its there. I catch glimpes of it from time to time but i can never process what i see. It is too dark.

But maybe this time i will. Maybe this time i will see the figure in the dark.