Chapter Six
Revenge.
Asherik drifted, little more than his need for revenge keeping him tethered to reality. In brighter times he’d lost himself for years in this state – floating, buffeted by unseen winds. Time usually held little meaning in the formless space, but he was aware of the press of time now, the need to return to the realm of the physical. Only through the physical world could he exact his revenge on the reaper. Only through the physical world could he finish what he had started. But he was not limited to the physical world.
Oh no.
There were other pleasures to be enjoyed in his current state. There were ways to gather his strength, to prepare for the taking of another human form. The dreamstate bridged the gap between the physical and the void, and he sought it now, hardly caring whose dreams he invaded. Later, when he had absorbed enough power, he would seek her out. Not a quick death, not an easy one. Her suffering would be the key to his renewed vigor and he would destroy the reaper once and for all.
There would be no stopping him.
Ash had only to appear and the lovely miss whose dream he invaded came into his arms with a sigh of longing. Her passion fed his weakened state, her fear fed his need. It wouldn’t be long and he could return to the physical world. The thought made him smile against pallid skin, surprisingly tender for a change. Instead of pain he brought bliss in his wake, and to his astonishment, it fed him just as well as terror.
Slipping away, he sought another, and another, his hunger knowing no bounds until Ash felt the power crackling all around him, waiting and ready for him to take form. Revenge waited for him like a bright, shining thing, only wanting for him to choose a new body.
So why did he float now and dream of chasing long, auburn hair?