Saeil Moonblade

Abyssal Soul

There were some days that Saeil woke up where he still felt a bit unsettled by what was inside him. The strength and heat of it. It was something that was always there, something he was constantly aware of. It was nearly a year now that the demon had been properly bound to him but it’s been far longer than that since that demon has been a part of him. A part of his soul.

This past week had been full of excitement and one that the dancer had greatly enjoyed. He’d been his usual carefree, free spirited self. But sometimes that didn’t matter. Sometimes those memories still crept into his subconscious and caused him to have nightmares. They never made much sense. Just flashes.

That massive abyssal fixating his gaze right on him as he moved closer. Both slow motion and blindingly fast all at once.

Even in his dreams, he could feel his insides burning, eating at him from the inside out.

He could remember taking his last breath and that pulling, tugging sensation on his soul as he fought.

Horrible figures coming out of the shadows and reaching for him. Everything felt loud and silent at the same time but it was deafening.

And then it all sped up. Suddenly, there was a heat in him, different from the burning. Almost too hot but he was breathing again. The abyssal collapsed and dead nearby.

Another flash of him waking up to the smell of burning flesh.

Another flash. An alter. Carvings in his back. A demon’s heart in his hands and in his mouth.

The final flash. Something disconnected from the others but it was always what unsettled him the most to finally wake up. He was back at the family estate. He was young. A certain voice behind him. And again that smell of burning flesh.

With a gasp, he woke up in a cold sweat, panting and disoriented. He sat up, staring down at his hands. They looked so average, not the hands of a man one would expect to be abnormally strong. Aside from the tattoos, there was nothing of note. Not unless he tapped into those abilities of his. Having an abyssal demon bound to your soul meant a few things. Monstrous strength and fire in his veins were just a couple.

Opening and closing his fists, he let out a calming breath as he ran his hands over his face before laying back down, trying to move softly so as to not wake up Orli. Though he did still cuddle up against him. The coolness of the death knight’s skin helped to soothe him a bit.

Saeil was never quite sure what he was anymore. He’d died but he wasn’t undead. Though he always would have the reminder. His purple eye. It was a touch of the void. But he was breathing and his heart still beat in his chest. Though he had a demon bound to his soul, he wasn’t an Illidari. He was just some strange abomination. He wasn’t made for some great purpose. He hadn’t made himself into this in order to help others. He was like this because his friend saved him from death. And while he was grateful, he was left sometimes feeling a little lost. Power and immortality but where did he really fit in? He was just a monster, one who’d killed before. What if he hurt someone again? He barely knew his own strength, after all. Just like he had no real family, he also had no real idea what he was. He was purposeless, meaningless, just floating along in existence–

Just as he was about to get lost in those thoughts, Orli shifted in his arms, bringing him back. His heartbeat slowed as he relaxed and before he even knew what he was doing, he leaned to give the knight a soft kiss. This was it. Orli was his family.