The feversick sleep consumed me, in the serpent's coils:
What was to come, in years to follow, once the Apocalypse had passed, spooled out in front of me.
In my physical body, I felt my heart explode, gore staining the sheets as Samael cried out. The bride price transaction had been too much, and so, I was dying.
"Shannon, Shannon, please god, wake UP!" Samael wailed, holding the melodic arteries of my cardiac tissue, dripping like strawberry pie.
I smiled faintly, too far gone. "Goodbye, Sam… I'm gonna finally find peace."
My lids fluttered closed.
"SHANNON. WAKE. UP! I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU! PLEASE! SOB!"
Darkness, a tunnel, flame -
I was in the burning ground.
