Sounds floated around in my mind, noises which seemed vaguely familiar, but remained distant. I thought they were part of a dream.
Or was it a nightmare?
My eyelids were so heavy, I could imagine tiny lead weights had been attached to each of my eyelashes, keeping them down.
Everything hurt.
I occasionally heard voices speaking in low tones, rendering the words unrecognizable. The sounds, the smells, the keening wail of the demons, the heavy scent of sulphur in the air had all disappeared. I couldn’t hear Lilith’s voice booming across the village.
And I was warm.
I floated in and out. Sometimes aware, sometimes resting far, far away in a warm cushioned place where nothing could hurt me. Then I drifted back to what I suspected was reality, where there was pain, and moaning, and those
