He had been given many names, but none of them ever brought justice to the nature he held. Things like these ran through his mind, as he went through his own accomplishments. Strength, durability, agility. Power  generated from speed, and his own genius, yet he couldn't lift a finger in front of that voice. He had killed many, and his strength was no joke, his scars were proof of it all, yet the sight of finding himself laying helplessly on the ground, in a dream that felt so real, it stung him like a needle in his chest. 

“Who was she? Why did he feel so desperate to see her? What stirred up in his chest when he heard her?” thoughts rumbled through his head like a storm, before the door opening distracted him away, and his mind pushed all the questions back. 

Not knowing he had awoken, the man walked over, with a seemingly tray, and putting it on the drawer next to his bed, he had turned to leave. He remained silent, watching the man turn away to leave before the man turned around again, and within a blink, was above him, dagger in hand. 

“Im going to kill you! YOU! You shouldn't have come back!! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!!!”

He yelled as he struggled to stab him, but the strength of just one man wasn't enough to keep him down. He let out a faint ghost-like smile, the life in his eyes almost non-existent, his smile widening like a demon, as he forced his posture straight, dominating the stance of the man trying to stab him. The smile he emitted was eerie, it was horrifying. As if his eyes had become the void, his mouth was as black as the skies, and with every passing second, his body grew, dominating the man like a beast, his arms gripping onto the man's shoulder before he squeezed him enough, for the bones inside to crush and crumble, the screams of agony bringing pleasure to him.

Within seconds, the struggles of the man were no longer there, and the door burst open, guards surrounding all over, with his assistant rushing over to the bed. The news of a man infiltrating to kill the general had reached him and he had rushed to the bed chambers, running to open the curtains only to see the blanket deflating from the position of someone sitting. 

“General…?”

“Get out.”

The voice was hoarse, and the dim lighting caused a sense of horror in the room. As if someone was watching them all from a darkened corner, their spines shivered in the cold atmosphere. The presence of a being they should never know about felt like stepping in a den of demons not knowing the extent of the demons. It was pressurizing, there was no one in the room, where had the voice come from?