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“I'm a man- I'm a grown ass man!” James whispered to himself, watching the moving shadows on his wall from the figures under his bed.
“There is no such thing as the boogey man!” James reminded himself, but he couldn't even convince himself much less his imagination as his heart hammered against his chest with fear.
a voice echoed through the small, almost barren room; and from the shadows emerged a broad shouldered male with long dark hair and a face obscured by the shadows playing across his features earning a well earned squeak of fear from the human on the bed.
James's eyes widened to saucers, his heart pounding a deep tattoo as a panicked sweat spread across his back and forehead; the figure materializing at his bedside.
the name was repeated, the deep sound echoing off the walls back to James that sat solitary under the thick comforters on his bed.
“Wh-who are you..?” James whispered, his voice breaking with fear as the figure began to approach him.
/LUCIFER...BUT ALSO GOD, HIMSELF/
the body replied, stunning James to silence for a moment.
“What do you want with me?” James yelled, anger rising like acid behind his ribs; he reached over to pull the cord on the lamp that sat on his nightstand.
He covered his mouth with his hands to muffle the surprised gasp that would have released itself otherwise as he took in the changed environment; his room was completely changed.
His furniture was blackened from flame, his walls were metal framework that could be seen through with darkened paint that was once white that was cracked and melted, his mirror held a distorted image of himself- the reflective surface having melted; his bed where he sat the only pristine, untouched surface.
The shadows darkened in his room and through the fencelike metal walls he could see waddling and hobbling figures through out his modest home; and that man... James could clearly see him now.
The muscles were well defined and large showing the strength of the male that stood at the end of his bed; veins popping out of the large arms. James whimpered at the show of strength, feeling wholly inadequate next to the figure.
the figure spoke, James was sure the other was grinning, stepping intot he light and James could clearly see the man's facial features.
They were strong, hard and slightly scarred from past injuries.
/DO NOT BE AFRAID/
the man sat on the edge of the bed by James; his strong hand reached and gently held the fragile human face, his thumb caressing the soft lips.
“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” James whispered past the thumb, feeling tears at the back of his eyes and the familiar burning in his chest.
/NOTHING YOU WILL BE UNWILLING TO/
The man responded, James grinning at the answer; he didn't mind the touch, he'd been so deprived of physical contact for the three years since his wife died, it was comforting in a away and he pressed into it..
/IT SEEMS YOU WELCOME MY TOUCH/
“mmm...” James mumbled, purring like a contended cat- crawling into the man's lap, “I'm lonely...” James whispered seductively.
/PERHAPS, BUT LONELINESS ALONE IS NOT WHAT DREW YOU IN/
The man gently gripped James's chin and pulled the small body close to place a tender kiss on the lips.
March 29, 2008 12:46 AM