His body felt hot; it ached, yet at the same time, it felt excited. His mouth felt odd; it was as if a few pieces of raw flesh were stuck between his teeth. His legs felt numb, and there was a particularly raw feeling of pain in his gut. Alan sluggishly opened his eyes, finding the Lighthouse towering over him.
He could hear the crackling of a fire, and so, he turned his head, seeing a small fire heating a pot; nothing was holding it there, only magic. A sweet scent was emanating from the pot, making his mouth salivate.
A broken, ruined hand stirred the pot with a stick. Alan expanded his hazy vision to see who it was and let out a gasp.
"..."
It was none other than Valus, stirring the pot with the only hand he had remaining. Gone was the regal and imposing Supreme being, a being of nightmares that Alan was terrified of; only the broken visage of him remained.
