Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to see him looming over you. Saying nothing, just looking at you with an idle dead expression in his face. Although expressionless you can feel his thoughts, his presence is in the room darkening existence itself. His very being feels intoxicating, yet evil. His demeanor contrary to his look is somehow happy, even though he hasn’t even moved a muscle he seems happy, although dead. You hear his light breathing, barely audible except that his presence has brought silence to the world. But you realize that you can’t breathe. His mere aura takes your breath away, in a good way but yet, it feels sinister. You try to move but you can’t. He subconsciously took away your ability to move. Or was that too his aura, not of his fruition? He opens his mouth, expression unchanging.
“You are so calm when you sleep.” He quietly whispers to you, comforting you in a malevolent way. You try to open your mouth but no words will come.
“Shh,” He macabrely mutters “there is no time for you to try and stop what is in motion. Soon it will all be over.”
His expression is still, ever unchanging. Eyes dead, facial features expressionless. You open your mouth to utter all you could, using every bit of energy you say what you can. One word.
“Because I will not let others suffer anymore.” He smiles, while the backside of his hand caresses your cheek.
Then, you can breathe. He is gone. although terrifying, without him you feel a void in your soul. Almost as if, you need him to be complete again.