Original post here. @lilxmcrtes
There he had been, staring up at the image of his affliction. The one he loved, but knew could not love him back. But, this was all wrong. Her skin tight clothing, her chopped hair, it wasn't Elora. But his mind couldn't help but get pulled in as she turns, speaking to him, professing that she 'wanted' him. Graydon stares, his eyes meeting hers for a moment then moving toward the figures moving far off behind her, monsters, demons. From then on his mind had gotten a little fuzzy on what followed. Suddenly he was laying on an altar staring up into Elora's eyes, the world had not changed, but things had certainly changed "My scars-"
This Elora smiled down at him, twisting in a wormish way over him, bringing a hand to his face, brushing her fingers over his face as she shushes him, leaning close to him, her mouth opening. The same hand that was attempting to comfort him grabbing his jaw, forcing his mouth open as a strain of red slithered from her mouth and connected into his.
The world was dark for some time, memories coming and going quickly before he was finally crouched onto the ground, staring at the creature coming toward him. Another demon, despite being zapped of energy, his body broken, Graydon moved to stand, blood streaming from a wound on his side, his left leg throbbing in pain, Graydon told himself that he could fight off this thing. But was soon grabbed by another guy, who seemed to have known him, at least a little bit, being dragged into their hold and pulled away he could faintly remember the words he had uttered moments before, yes! He did know this guy.
He felt like he might hold Aeron back if he tried to save him. The creature would catch up to them. Stumbling along though, he limped along with Aeron, glancing back "I think- I think I can- I can stop it." He wasn't sure about that "You have to go without me though." He was still very knew to magic, at least he thought. He didn't know about what he had done in the gaps of his memories while in that hellish realm that felt more like a nightmare, at best. Graydon turns his head to look toward the portal, confused by it, not really sure why it was, or where it was going to take them "Are you sure it's good?!" Graydon asked, freaking out a bit. He hadn't had any good memories with the one other 'portal' he had dealt with in recent memory.
Even so, he stumbled along with the others help, hearing the creature crashing into the sides of the mountainous rock walls at their sides "I think it's getting closer!" Graydon announced as he looked back, reaching out a hand instinctively he shouted out a spell that had resurfaced from his memory, red magic blended with his usual purple magic firing from his palm, hitting the creature in the face and tearing it's flesh, his fingertips turning black as they burnt "Ah-" Pulling his hand back he cupped it to his chest, knowing then that something was absolutely wrong, then. He jumped through the portal with the other, crashing onto the ground and squirming a little as he crawls away, staring at his hand, still feeling as if it were on fire, his body shaking,..why was it red. Why was it red! The fledgling sorcerer asked himself, not even bothering to notice that he hadn't used his flute as a conduit for conjuring it.
