There had to be a reason-some sort of answer for all of this confusion. All of the nightmares, the countless nights Chase lie awake out of fear of what his own brain could perceive in the darkness.
As his mind scrambled for sense within an unsensible world, Chase's sleeping body have stopped convulsing and had frozen on the white sheets of his crappy bed.
The mask on his face began to shimmer with lime-green flames that danced along with the flowing wind from the window.
Inside of his mind; however, things took a simple turn.
He was in a familiar place, somewhere that he knew no one could possibly reach him.
It was the calm river of blood that ran through his soul or catalyst, or whatever the devil had told him it was.
He sat cross-legged in the crimson water that reached his middle abdomen, as his ragged face showed clear strain from the force of today's dreams.
Although he did not remember the contents of said dreams, just as he did not recall the countless before.
However, that only feared him more than not knowing completely. He was clearly getting visions of the future, hence his many accounts of Deja Vu. Yet, the fear of knowing something while never expecting it can be quite the annoyance.
After what could have been hours of mentally recovering in the pool of blood, everything clicked as the deafening silence began to gnaw on his eardrums like a beast.
"Miss?" Chase quickly called out as the hairs on his arms began to stand up.
"Sadly not..." A deep and sarcastic, pitiful voice responded with false empathy.
Fear shot through Chase as the entire world around him crumbled into thousand sided shapes with blending colors that could not even be perceived by human eyes.
"I do hope that you are prepared, although I am quite surprised you are able to remain conscious in my spectral presence." The voice chuckled with intrigue.
Then the shapes twisted, forcing Chase's vision into hundreds of different directions. It was as if he had become a fly, and been given the sight of one as well. Feeling nausea rip at his guts, he thrashed around-trying anything in his power to free himself from the dream.
His brain was in a terrible state as well, even if not considering the aftermath of the previous visions-this encounter which Gods' know what the hell was able to break into his mental space.
Everything shifted to black.
A slideshow-like perception had taken place within Chase's mind.
He was watching the pages go by as scenes began to play out from the ink on the ancient paper.
A young child with slicked black hair sat upon a wooden chair, and that wooden chair stood before a wooden desk within a small rickety cabin.
As the pages turned, Chase watched as the boy began to write onto the pages with pure determination in his work.
However, Chase also noticed that his mother would rarely visit, and when she did, it would be to collect something from a safe within the cabin.
The boy would be sad for quite a while after each visit, but he would eventually return to his writing.
Until one day, he did not write.
After hearing a knock on the door, the boy got up to open it with anticipation.
However, when he swung the door open with a large smile-he was greeted with a sight so horrific that Chase's brain singed with enough mental energy to rip a city in half.
It was a monster.
A true monster, the ones they tell of in stories of old. Chase's father would occasionally tell of a tale known as The Silver Sword. In the story, a young aspiring knight leads his party into the Void, where they find a shackled up deity from the ancient times...
This beast resembled the descriptions perfectly, with its crimson bones piercing out of his own flesh like branches, and slick black scales running down their chest, with indescribable faces that could somewhat be confused with a spider.
It was humanoid-ish, with two legs and two "Arms" that looked almost mechanical. However, it's crimson eyes told a very wrathful story.
The boy tried to run away, but was grabbed.
Chase shut his mental eyes as best he could while the boy was completely brutalized.
The deity grabbed the safe and left, leaving the boy lying in a puddle of his own blood on the wooden floor.
However, as Chase watched for hours, the boy did not rise. Yet, the vision did not end for twice as long as that.
As he watched, his mental jaw dropped in awe. He had zoned out for merely a second, but the boy had returned to his writing, with blood dripping down the arm of the wooden chair.
Yet he continued to write.
Page after page, Chase began to feel less in control, realizing that he was watching the present through a screen. Although it was not exactly the present, but a fragment of the past being replayed before him.
"How long ago was this?" Chase was able to speak through the scene.
"Countless... Before the time of men..." The voice responded casually.
Then as the boy grew older, he not once stopped his writing, eventually dying in the chair, yet his skeleton continued to write.
A knock sounded at the door, and the page turned.
A blank page was all that followed.
"I'm afraid seeing the rest would kill you... And I cannot risk your soul returning to the underworld... That place is... Out of my reach."
Chase hissed. "Leave me the hell alone!"
After a moment of silent tension, the voice laughed aloud.
"Yeah right! A god who abandons his passion is no god at all..." His voice grew dark towards the end.
"Wait!" Chase called out, as his mind continued to reel back from the melodious sound of the man's voice.
"Yes?" The man responded in calm confusion.
"Eternity." Chase spoke aloud, putting strain on the vision before him.
The scene shifted around, and Chase realized that he was not just seeing a book, but a book within a physical room.
As his sight slowly turned around, he was greeted with a giant face that tore through his mana veins, singing and burning at his mind.
It was something so beautiful and so terrifying that it could not be described in human terms. With stars lacing the skin of the god-like being that could only be hiding behind the name of Eternity.
"What do you want...?" Chase groaned through the terrible pressure.
The being's giant jaw dropped with audacious laughter.
"What do YOU THINK!?" His voice boomed through the familiar wooden cabin.
"Just kill me... I cannot with these visions..." He painfully demanded.
"Kill you? Don't you think I've tried..." The voice said with the cock of his ivory eyebrow.
Chase strained.
"You son of a bitch!" Chase yelled, thrashing his body as it jolted and convulsed.
"Don't worry though, I'll break that seal momma L put on you, and I will continue to hunt and search for you relentlessly... For All of Eternity!"
The vision stopped, Chase's body shot up-panting behind the onyx mask that tinged with static energy.
"Woah dude chill!" Equan grabbed Chase by the shoulders, shaking him out of his trance.
"What the hell was that about? Thought you were having an episode or something...!" Michael groaned, leaning against the wall.
"Sorry, it's nothing... Just a bad dream..." Chase told them off, getting out of bed and grabbing the Topaz dagger from the bedside table.
"Let's go, we have to head Northwest." Chase spoke with urgency, already leaving the room with swiftness.