In the Darkness...

IN the darkness above, He desperately searched for the answers to stop the assault unfolding before him...watching himself gathering the strength and coordination to take on several sets of flailing fists, feet and egos. In an instant, though, the flurry of violence was upon his earthbound self, and as He watched himself crumple to the pavement, shudders ran through him.
The demons surrounded his stunned form, eagerly engulfing his essence as they swatted,struck and stomped viciously on his body, psyche and soul.

FROM that seemingly far-off, unreachable place, He furiously struggled to reach himself, to help himself up, but oh, those vultures were bloodthirsty, and they closed in tighter, delighting in the torture that they bestowed upon his disoriented body. But then, he rose, valiantly swinging his fists like they were Thor's hammers, connecting with each enemy fiercely.
The blood spewed from his torn mouth, along with the profanities, and his demands that the demons retreat. But his tormentors refused to back down...it appeared that his anger fuelled their thirst for more of his blood.

HE watched, helplessly from above, as his battling self spat hatred and swung anger...and he could feel, with a sinking despair, that he was losing this battle...and He knew what would have to come next.
As He imagined, the hesitant blade was begrudgingly brandished, and the ultimatum spoken. They were warned...while he did not WANT to use it...he would. And they appeared to retreat, hesitating a little, so He breathed a sigh of relief....but only for a moment.

AS He watched his earthbound self begin to stumble away from the simmering fury of the vultures, He saw the evil flare back up in one of them. He tried to call down, terrified, to warn himself, but the deviant grabbed him, refusing to let him escape the war. He was forced to watch himself slip back into the viciously swirling vortex of hatred...
He winced as the struggle ensued, and wept as He watched the semi-retired blade slide into the vulture's body...
...And as both the blade and the braggart fell to the ground, Darkness enveloped both his earthbound and astral selves...
...But not before the overwhelming sadness crept in, to snuggle within the depths of his tattered heart.

ASP 12/6/08