[A/N: Hello dear readers. The ones who like engaging in comments please read the A/N at the bottom. I require a second opinion.]
The Nightmare. The Corruption. The one who wields dreams and fate themselves.
Opened "his" eyes for the first time.
"He" didn't thrash to break free.
"He" didn't summon "his" overwhelming will.
"He" just was. "He" just watched. "He" studied.
"His" eyes narrowed, curiosity burning brightly within them.
Then "his" ghastly, invisible, non-existing mouth opened.
"Apex Of Nightmares! Receive your blessing!"
"His" voice boomed through the void prison. Piercing through it, traveling to a single specific individual.
To the Apex that embodied "his" powers. "His" Heir.
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I shot up out of my bed. Cold sweat flowed down my slim body as if trying to imitate rivers, my breathing growing ragged and chaotic.
My runes opened by themselves, and I saw it.
[Blasphemer] burned brightly, like a star.
Then my consciousness faded.
I stared upwards, I didn't feel pain, fear, or anything.
I was just staring at the mountain top. Or more accurately, a chain of mountains.
I knew this place from stories. Horror stories.
This place was none other than the hollow mountains. At least it looked like them.
After all, I have no way to prove my suspicion. Other than encountering a Great Titan.
I shuddered at the thought. I doubted my nature would save me from such an encounter.
I looked around, seeing mist falling down from the heavens themselves.
And the mist? It looked physical, dangerous.
It looked as if it could swallow humans and creatures alike, dead or alive.
Just as it was about to make contact with me, I vanished.
I inhaled deeply, the unfiltered, disgusting air of the place centering me.
I immediately noticed Fenrir's absence, which wasn't unusual these days.
We had decided, that staying together constantly was inefficient.
Fenrir wanted kills, it didn't matter what kind.
And while I needed to rest from time to time, Fenrir did not.
I didn't like it at first. Being alone again. It was dangerous, especially for Fenrir.
I have no doubt that if he were spotted alone by Morgan, he would be butchered.
My stomach twisted at the thought.
The image of my friend's remains strewn about carelessly making me sick.
I quickly got up, ignoring my own situation.
I ignored my attribute still glowing.
I ignored my visit to the hollow mountains, perhaps one of the few who had lived to tell the tale.
All of that was insignificant, I needed to make sure. To make sure Fenrir was fine.
[Vamparic dagger] manifested at once, soul essence already pouring into it.
I located my friend at once, walking towards home slowly.
It was worrying, he was never this slow.
My mind screamed injury. I pushed down the thought.
I couldn't lose focus. I shut my eyes tightly, focusing.
Then, in quick succession, three warps. I arrived by Fenrir's side.
He was indeed injured. Nothing life-threatening, a paw facing the wrong way.
The sight still made me sick. Anger flared, like a flame that had just been fed oxygen.
Blood sense extended, not a creature or human in sight.
So the fight had been far away, the other creature retreated, or Fenrir had won.
Fenrir leaned his giant bone-covered head against my legs, whimpering silently.
My heart clenched, and I quickly hugged the wolf, warping us both home.
I used several more warps, scared to make the injury worse.
Until finally, we arrived inside the house.
I quickly grabbed some cloth and a sturdy stick.
I didn't know how to bandage wounds, nor how to fix broken bones.
I did know, that bleeding was bad. A bone is supposed to be in one piece.
And Fenrir's paw was wrong in both aspects.
I quickly placed the stick against the bone, slowly, painfully, tearfully, moving the wrong piece back into place.
Fenrir growled loudly, a slight whine leaving his jaw.
Then I bandaged, with a single arm it wasn't fast nor nice. But it worked, hopefully.
Then I quickly grabbed several shoe laces, tying everything tightly.
I finally turned to look at Fenrir's face, hoping he wouldn't be mad at the harsh treatment.
Only to see him unconscious, a small, menacing smile on his lips.
But I didn't see the horror, nor the menace. I saw gratitude.
Finally, after everything calmed down. I opened my runes.
[Blasphemer] glowed as bright as ever, shifting from crimson to golden rapidly.
I focused on it, trying to discern what it was trying to tell me.
Until finally, the glowing intensified.
The brilliant golden glow and the sickening crimson clashed and combined.
Creating a brilliant, beautiful, disturbing, orange glow.
It felt and looked like a sunrise. Enchanting in its beauty.
I focused my mind on it again, this time. I heard the words clearly.
Far clearer than I had heard the first time. A far longer sentence.
"Apex Of Nightmares! Receive your blessing!"
My body stayed in place. But my soul, my soul felt as if it had shattered. It surged forward, as if trying to escape my mortal body. It thrashed violently.
The runes in front of me scrambled into undescribable symbols.
My view shifted. Double, triple, normal.
I felt as if I was tiny, then a giant.
I felt the cold breeze that shifted into scorching heat.
Then it returned to normal, everything did.
My soul calmed. My mind steadied. The world itself returned to normality.
And then finally, the runes stabilized. But they had changed. Greatly.
Aspect name: [Nightmare's Heir.]
Aspect rank: [Unholy].
Aspect description: [Chosen by the -Unknown- to wield a fraction of its power, you bring not only chaos, but balance. You shift the space, the world itself. Into your own image.]
Innate ability: [One of their own].
Ability description: [As the Heir of Nightmares, no creature shall dare challenge you, unless you challenge them].
Dormant ability: [Warp.]
Aspect ability description: [Warp the very space of the world. You are the Heir of Nightmares. You do not destroy space. You do not tear out the things occupying it.
You fill it. You add to its magnificence, you let it occupy you.]
Awakened ability: [Fear.]
Ability description: [All things fear Nightmare and his creations. You, as one of them, and the Heir of Nightmare "himself" are no different. Wield the very fear that grips your enemies' hearts. The very fear that claws into their minds. Make their fears reality.]