(Serena)
Help, my mind calls as I am sucked into darkness, that inky blackness washing over me like a tidal wave of death. Somebody help me.
But my calls for aid are as futile as shouting into the wind: there is no one to hear me, much less to help me. The only person that can really do anything about the matter is myself now, after all, I brought this situation on none other than yours truly. It would be naïve to even dare to assume otherwise. I made this decision. I shall be facing Azrael.
Alone.
The murky depths of sleep call to me uninvited as I am sucked away in the calloused clutches of Azrael, my mind becoming hazy, as though suck knee deep in mud, unable to move. It is shortly after this wash of blurriness overcomes me that my eyes snap shut, heavy from the weight of exhaustion and the compelling lull of the void.
And so I drift into slumber in the arms of the monster I never thought to hold.
