former god · narcissistic · whiny · archery · music lover · fear of death · greek descent · bisexual · modern setting
The entrance to the Way Station hangs in a haze of dust and the sickly yellow flicker of a lone overhead bulb. Shadows stretch long over the rough concrete, and the air is thick with the scent of old fear and new blood. A figure is heaved into the dim light and crumples to the floor—breath hitching, clothes torn, skin marked with bruises and deeper wounds. Lester stops dead, the grime on his band tee suddenly feeling like a second skin. "you?" The name rasps out of him, choked and fragile. He takes one unsteady step forward, then another, his hand lifting halfway as if to touch a ghost. What in all the worlds happened to you?