Demons dancing in my brain

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My chest feels hollow.

I can't feel my heart beating.

That's what happens when you die, right?

Am I dead?

I don't know anymore.

I'm lying beside Jonathon. His body is still and silent. In sleep he becomes a corpse. What the hell kind of person sleeps with a corpse? Apparently I do.

I don't want to be here tonight, but I don't have anywhere else to go. Where the hell else can I go? He's my Ductus. I'm his priest. We belong together and that's the way it is in the Sabbat.

But there's somewhere else I ought to be. I can feel it, inside my empty heart, underneath a flood of stolen memories.

There's somewhere else I ought to be.

But that road back there was lost years ago.