Shaking, burning up with the fever In the realm of pain, I am the deceiver Now I lie to myself, so I can believe her As she dissembles my life I cannot dispel the illusion All my hopes and dreams are drowned by confusion Can I find a way to make a solution that will reconfigure my life" Disturbed - "Pain Redefined"

He woke with a start, feeling as if every inch of skin was covered in fire ants and jumped from his perch. Air swirling about his legs and the salty stinging scent invaded his senses. Waves crashed like thunder against the cliff face near the cave he had found to act as a new haven. The sound echoed, and to him grew louder until he was forced to protect his rattling eardrums with a pressing of palms. Head throbbing like a beating heart he stumbled back. What in the nine Hells was happening"

Was he dreaming" He wasn't a creature prone to such habits having no need of it, but he did seek rest. The injuries were healing but that took energy. He had gotten some of that from Belial the night before. Perhaps that was it.

He didn't get much time to ponder upon that thought. For the pain grew, enveloping the entirety of his body and he hissed, dropping to a knee with wings unfurling. The sound of the hollow bones snapping almost unnaturally he had still heard it clearly, and then stretching outwards having broken free. Even with all the other reverberations, in a chorus of wind, waves, thunder and more bouncing off stonewalls it had been audible. Hands curling in a grotesque fashion followed, the nails having the appearance of draconic claws.

It was a soundless howl he gave, with mouth open but nothing broke through the others, consuming every one of his senses. A throng of voices and a riot of wayward emotions shattered the cerebral barriers he had erected and he rocked hard at the sudden impact of mental overload. He was the unwilling vessel of a seriously vicious upheaval.

He shook violently, unable to even hold him self up-right now he collapsed to the hard, unforgiving stone floor. Spots danced like stars before his black eyes and had he the power he would have screamed from the agony.

A creature of power reduced to this" He had nothing he could call upon to fight this curse assailing him. Neither, Demonic or Angelic gifts seemed to be working the way they should. He was helpless. He was to suffer. Alone. Lost. Forgotten.

In that haze a touch, light as air upon his brow brought a brief reprieve. It was that which resulted in the pain filled gaze opening to stare. A misty form wavered like a mirage before him and glowing like a magical nova. The features were illusive to capture for memory but the song it sang drowned out all others, soothing the attacking of sound.

Having never bothered to track the passing of time with little more then a brusque glance, there was no way for him to gauge how long he was caught inside the tranquil warmth of that lullaby. He didn't even care to try for it made a barrier for the searing torture that had been twisting him. Turning his limbs into knots of agony.

With the arcing battering upon his frame finally easing, there was a nearly overwhelming sensation of relief, but he still couldn't move. Panic, rage, fury, and the last to show its self, was terror. Was this death? Was he allowing for his own destruction by welcoming the song" His heart pounded violently, madly with lesser emotions he had never experienced. Was he dying" Images of his past rolled over him, faces of those he knew, loved, protected caught and clung to. Souls collected and lives taken and in a sea of blood and death. He had done his duty well. Choices made, and the screaming of fallen siblings soon shattered the melody.

Darkness. Silence.