It was dark. All I could see was an infinite stretch of nothingness in front of me. Deprived of my sight, my hearing heightened and I could pick up footsteps. Slow and heavy. What happened? My head hurts, trying to dig out memories of what lead me here but all I can recall was water, and blood and screams. It didn't make sense. The war was over. We've won. All divine creatures wiped clean, demons and angels alike. The footsteps grew louder. My limbs weak and my head was spinning. I felt shivers run down my spine when I realised I'm not the only one in the room. It's faint but I can hear breathing. Soft, almost like he or she was barely alive. And then I felt it. Cold and wet slimed fingers on the back of my neck. Its grip tight and I almost choke from the lack of oxygen. But then the grip loosen and it's soft, caressing as if telling me it's okay, I'm gonna be okay and then my heart stopped.