Soon, it happened. The void writhed around Alexei, trying to engulf him, to keep him there forever.
Alexei would always wake up from such nightmares, drenched in sweat.
His mind would erase everything that had occurred in his subconscious, leaving an ever-widening gap.
And each time, the gap filled him with wrath.
Alexei had never understood why his nightmares left him waking in panic and rage.
Now, at last, he understood it all.
Perhaps it was Elijah's intervention that allowed him to recall every previous nightmare. The spirits would try to cling to him, asking him to lead them, to rule them.
The purgatory. That was what these spirits wanted him to create.
However, even in dreams, they never succeeded in reaching him due to his savior.
A figure, bathed in golden light, would extend, offering a gentle hand that repeatedly pulled him back from the brink.
Little Alexei had called this figure his 'angel' until his condition took a turn for the worse.
