- VIXX (1)
Guilt. It traveled through your veins. It spilled. It drenched the floor beneath your feet alongside the blood. Your blood; dark under the moonlight.
He was the light of your eye. The reason why the sun came up and the world turned around. So when the doctor placed his hand on your shoulder that cold night of may, and told you that all hope was lost, you thought back at your basement and the books you found there last summer.
You remembered the drawings, the incantations, the surreal descriptions of creatures stolen from your most terrifying nightmares. You recalled the demons. Their summonings. Their deals.
Hope wasn't lost. You were going to make sure of that, even if it consumed your soul. Even if it took you to the deepest pits of Hell. Even if it took surrendering your sense of self to the most enigmatic entity you have come to known and his red, hungry eyes.