The last was Kyou. Kyoko fought the urge to be sick when she saw his death. He was hanging from a giant tree… crucified. Sharp spikes made from the guardian heart crystal had been driven into a beautiful pair of golden wings leaving blood to drip into big pools on the ground. His face was bruised and bloodied but still remarkably beautiful. His own sword had been driven through his heart, pinning him to the tree.
She turned away not wanting to see the demons that swarmed him picking at his body like the vultures they were. Kyoko mentally shook her head in defiance of the images the dream demon was feeding her mind.
“It’s not real,” she whispered brokenly. “None of it is real… it can’t be.”
“I do not show lies priestess… not when the truth is enough.” the demon’s voice took on a snake li
