Cath
Darkness. It overpowered him in an instant and Cath was not able to breathe. At one moment, he was standing at the meadow with Red, the demon was starting to tell him something, something that sounded important, in the next – there was no light, no Red, no life. Silence took over everything. Black smoke filled his lungs and suffocated the life out of him. Smoke, made of shadows and nightmares. And hatred. Visceral, never-ending hatred, that screamed at him without words.
It was hate pointed against everything living, against life itself, and thus, personal.
Cath felt it in his bones, in every inch of his physical body. It thinned the blood in his veins and filled his mind with horrors. It made him see. The images he saw, nonsensical as they seemed, overwhelmed him and he got lost i
