"Huff... Huff... Leave me alone!!"
Arcadius found himself trapped in a nightmare, one which used to plague him more than two hundred years ago.
In this nightmare, as usual, he was being chased by thousands of his people, the Purple Oni, each of them wailing and crying tears of blood.
Vigorous maggots spewing out of their mouths with every word they uttered, their voices tinged in fear, sorrow and hatred.
They asked him:
"Why have you done this to us?!"
And:
"Free us from this place!!"
The setting of this nightmare as usual, was the village that he grew up in, the difference being that everything was dark, a dim crimson light from the skies being the only source of luminescence.
"Huff... Huff..."
Arcadius ran and ran, but his pursuers gave him no respite, his scrawny little body soon running out steam and the bodies of his people piling on top of him.
