The structure was concrete and as real as everything else in this foggy world. This dream was not the same however. The delicious taste of the life he had stolen from the royal woman enchanted no longer his taste buds. His shoulder was healed and it was as if the encounter had not happened. Perhaps it had not. Images lacked debt and seemed to slowly blur out into nothing. At first this had infuriated the blackened echo of a soul within the beautiful blue pools, but now his focus could not embrace what stayed behind in time. All he could do was to continue forwards and revel at the terrible hunger that was blooming inside his chest. This was not the hunger that haunted him daily. It was formless yet so horribly concrete that it was becoming hard to find his thoughts. Everything that once had mattered grew faint in comparison. It was the child’s growing desperation mingled with a final yet faint touch of foolish hope that caused this desire to howl through his core. The time had come.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Haku entered the empty shell of a house – the epitomized form of his own subconscious. Though this was not the true realm where his rule was supreme, his hunger drove him forwards to find the child that had followed him for so many years. It was all about to end and the dark shadow was finally about to spread its dark wings to destroy the world. He was so close, so close. Wooden floor shrieked as he walked from the entrance into the oversized living room. The sad, remaining forms of furniture that once had been grand only assisted sending chills through the man’s body. There was a large, blackened mark in the middle of the floor that no doubt had been caused by a large pool of blood. Whose blood did not matter. The man did not realize that he was standing in his optime form until he lifted a hand to trace the pentagram burned into his flesh. A sound erupted from one of the rooms across the large space where he was currently standing. Death would again have to be delivered.