It was late in the day in the hospital room. You could say it was around bedtime. You could hear the ticking of the clock as the minutes go by, the smell of the supposed sterilized room, and the light that bathed the room from the urine colored curtains. I look towards the clock which mark 10:15. Soon after my eyes slowly started to close, and slowly entered the realm of dreams and unlike one might expect when one goes to sleep, I open my eyes and I found myself in place that as far as one can see is nothingness, no color, no sound, but a figure that releases an immense pressure that makes it feel like I'm suffocating, as if something that weighs on my hole whole body when I gaze upon it.
That figure has an immense size that was capable of rivaling the sun's, was what seem to be the only thing that existed in this place. He has horns in his head like the devil, strange markings on his face that extend past his neck that depict various creatures. His hands are claws , a tail that ended in what seem to be a triangle; on his back there was something like a grayish halo, and then his eyes, his eyes were like a pair of black holes that were capable of swallowing and containing everything but it lack an iris making his eyes to empty sockets no black holes, which makes me shudder when he looks my way and at the same time it makes me feel as if he can see through my very soul, as if he sees everything I have experienced.
The first time I see him I whisper so low that one may have confused it with the buzz of a mosquito.
"Are...are you the devil."
After I said those words I saw cracks form and slowly mend themselves, an as if coming from every single direction I heard a voice that carried disgused yet gave the urge to prostrate, and offer tribute towards him, it contained everything, yet seemed to not be male nor female.
He said, "Human, I am neither demon nor god; I'm an entity that surpasses their existence."
But till now he just sits on a throne made for a king, that seems to be carved of out of some material of deep red stone, with the armrest carved in the shape of the heads of some mythical beast, looking my way with an expressionless face.
An unlike the other days today "it" spoke ones more saying,
"It seems your time is about to end."
And then he no longer spoke and closed his eyes, as I slowly faded, confused as what he meant with those words.
When I woke up and saw the warm sunlight coming through the window and start to discover what "it" meant by those words, that every time I hear them would've make me tremble, but now it somehow felt like a release. After all I came from a middle class family, I wasn't particularly athletic, I was your average youth that didn't know crap even though my grades were good enough that many called me a prodigy or something but I knew it was just dumb luck...luck that I even made it through high school, haha. In my adolescence I moved quite a bit, which led me to forgetting many people, even friends that one would supposedly never forget; they just became more nameless face that would soon be forgotten like most things in my mind mind. In my spare time I liked to play RPG games, and always chose between characters that dual-wield or magic type focusing on necromancy or darkness and if possible PK some other players where the true challenge came, than following the storyline. An enjoy the rest of the slacking off listening to music with the style depending on my mood, until I got my first job and trying to attend a college to learn how to create RPGs, until I reach a level were I could truly do what I wanted. For example escaping out off my parents radar for a bit and moving to state that I like, do it turn out that it was a bad idea, do I did find some good ideas for a map. Yet all that was for naught. As my mind slowly fades with in the warm sunlight I remember some of those forgotten faces.