BLACK AS BLOOD.

closed starter for @charyka

Dan’s dizzy from the suffocating darkness. He can’t explain it–he doesn’t know–but there’s something powerfully wrong here.

He feels like he’s going to be sick.

He reaches for a stranger, not knowing what else to do. There’s something very, very wrong.

“–help–”

Todash will kill you. Todash will break your bones and suck the marrow. Todash will leave you stranded in the desert. Is Daniel dreaming? Does it matter? He grasps the man’s hands in his own taloned ones, and he yanks, and then they’re both there not there. So above, as below. They are in A Desert. The Desert, the representation of every desert Daniel Torrence has ever seen, heard of, read about. An apotheosis, if one would like to call it so. It is where the Necromancer 

He peers at the boy. Walter grins. 

Marion stiffened, if just for a moment, at that proposition. Mostly, the only people she ever brought back to her home were those marked for death, and while this was no ordinary man…if he was a man at all…there were lightning bolts in her veins, warning her in two different directions. If she turned him away, he could curse her…do any number of things. If she took him in, it could mean he felt welcome, and would come and go as he pleased through the graveyard of her home.

She was quiet a while, wrestling with what to do, until finally she turned away from him and started walking in the direction of home. “C’mon den…”

Monster knows monster, beneath the flesh. He has her same vicious appetite, the same need for blood, always the blood, always for it and with it. Snapped from the veins and let leak like a waterfall: whether she loves more the blood of men, and he the blood of worlds, is redundant, unnecessary for the understanding of the parallel.