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Henry lay on a hospital bed within some Machina hospital that probably hadn't been used in ages. God knows the humans didn't get injured and the machines certainly didn't go to hospitals. He was still unconscious after his battle with Kiara, under the influence of very heavy anesthetics to keep him from waking up and possibly tearing apart everything around him.  It was perhaps the only solace a demon could have in the realm of the Nexus. Many a soldier often found themselves without sleep, plagued by terrible imagery of those long departed. For Henry however, dream came in the form of something....else.

It was a testament to Kiara's power that bits and pieces of images, flickering and few, flitted about in Henry's mind. Images that would make no sense to him, of places he had never seen before. In reality, they were nothing but misguided memories that did not belong, a consequence of facing Kiara. But to whose memories did they belong to, Kiara or her Vassal? Indeed, some images showed the Eel in them, leading the demon down a flurry of emotions and sensations. Yet with time, even they began to fade into the darkness of his mind, replaced with something....else. Some that moved in the shadows.

Henry observed these fleeting memories as if they were dreams, forgetting each as they passed by while some were engraved into his mind as if they were his own. But the memories slowly faded, replaced with the quiet and unsettling darkness of unconsciousness. Yet he was still conscious, or at least he thought he was. No time to dwell on that, something else was here. Perhaps a figment of his drug addled subconscious, perhaps some of Kiara's powers that remained within his head after he had been shot. He did not know, nor did he care. All he knew was, he wasn't alone. Henry remained on guard, trying to pierce the darkness with his gaze and figure out what lay in his dreams with him.

As he sifted in the scape of his mind, something began to emerge from the lowlight. A slow emotion that sparked the air like electricity indicated this was perhaps Roma's memory of....something else. Whatever it was had yet to reveal itself, appearing only as a figure whose back was turned from Henry. It was vaguely familiar and the closer he stepped towards it, the more he felt attracted as well. As if there was a force pulling him closer, dragging his curiosities to their full attention. Only when he was close, ever so close, did the air change in Roma's memory. The air began to stench of fear and something.....else.

Henry could feel it in the air, this invisible energy that told him this memory belonged to his mentor Roma. Finally his eyes found what he was searching for, a familiar figure but a hazy one at that. He felt unnaturally curious as to what this was and why shouldn't he? It's not like he had much else to do in this endless expanse of darkness other than to approach the mysterious figure that stood before him. One step became two, which became three, eventually he was right there when the air shifted once more. He could feel it now, something he had become accustomed to in his life. Fear. Henry's heartbeat skipped a little, but this was no time to cower. There was something else in the air, something not as familiar to Henry. He reached out to the figure, determined to turn her around so he could see their face.

[color=bc8dbf]"Who's there?"[/color] No wonder the figure was familiar; for the voice no doubt sparked something from Henry. One could hardly forget the force that pummeled him into mountains in the forges of battle. But Juno spoke with a sharp bite, almost a hiss in her tone. And when she turned around to stare down the demon, she appeared much [url=https://s9.postimg.org/j61gqvs1r/dark_tohka_by_kazenokaze-d6fj9f1.png]differently[/url] than the last time they had encountered each other. Instantly his throat was in her grip, the demon jetted forward as Juno held him aloft from the ground. [color=bc8dbf]"What are you,"[/color] she asked; from this view, Henry could see the feral, reptilian slits that had overtaken her gaze. 

"Ah shit." Was all he managed to get out before his throat was in her hand, his legs kicking in the air as he struggled to breath. Just his luck that his mind would bring forth one of Roma's equals, the Vassal of Space, Juno. She had torn apart his magic and kicked him through a mountain, but this was a much different version of Juno clearly. It was in her eyes, that snake like gaze that pierced his soul as she asked who he was. No, not who he was, what he was. Time to talk, maybe if he answered correctly he wouldn't have to find out what dying in a dream felt like. [color=steelblue]"I'm nothing important really, just someone who wandered up to the wrong person at the wrong time I guess."[/color] He forced a nervous grin onto his face as he looked at her, not in the eyes, but at her face regardless. Was it just him or was she [url=https://etherpad.net/p/Memories_of_Hunger]skinnier[/url] than the time he saw her?