[center][h2][color=darkviolet]The Murder[/color][/h2]
[@Lugubrious][/center]

Samuel was taken aback by the results of his attempted nightmare. It wasn't out of the question that they be resisted, strong willed individuals had done so before, but something was entirely different regarding this situation. Something was different about [i]this man[/i] not that he needed any further proof that the grubby looking salesman was bad news. What struck Samuel most, however, was the man's words as everything became painted over in white. [i]This Horror of yours is potent indeed.  But there are deeper fears still, fears that seldom occur to man.  Perhaps one day I will show you.[/i] Such a suggestion seemed unthinkable. Samuel had met vampires and werewolves, ghosts and animistic spirits, literal angels and demons, yet his nightmares worked equally well on each of these mystical beings as they did on humans, because such beings were a part of the human psyche. They all possessed a consciousness which contributed to the Primordial Dream. Everything stemmed from it, as all supernatural creatures stemmed from the Night Mother. Yet this man, no, this [i]thing[/i] suggested otherwise. 

By the time Samuel had stopped reeling, the scene had returned to normal, more or less. Yet new creatures emerged from the ground, leftover blemishes of the painted world that had faded away. Each one appeared to be carrying multiple weapons, and Samuel had absolutely no intention of seeking battle today. If these things were left behind by that abomination, he wanted nothing to do with them. Wasting not but a second, Samuel forced himself to shed his mortal form, breaking apart into dozens of crows, all of which quickly snatched up anything useful still nearby (should the man have left his stand or artifacts behind) and immediately took refuge atop the nearest roof, before converging back into human form. The magician deigned it necessary to book it from here fast as he could, and hopefully put this entire experience behind him.