[h2][right][color=8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/right][/h2][right][@Stanifly][@silver21][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=ADADAD]The words from Damien’s mouth about death are familiar, it makes Silas freeze up, the cold glass in his hands doesn’t compare to the chill up his spine when the lights flicker around them and the bodies disappear like shadows, the surroundings look different when the lights flash, less modern until it snaps back to the club like a simple trick of the eyes. Less timed strobes to a deep bass and more some sort of approaching disaster that Silas only ever felt when his gaze would swim under too much medication washed with liquor with the prayer never to wake again.

Just like [b]him.[/b][/color]
[color=8493ca][i]I’m supposed to be [b]dead.[/b][/i][/color]
[color=8493ca][i][b]I killed myself.[/b][/i][/color]
[color=8493ca][i]I’m supposed to be [b]dead[/b][/i][/color]

[color=ADADAD][b][i]I killed myself, I’m supposed to be dead.[/i][/b]
 
Silas hardly registers the rest, watching Damien unravel beside him just as uncomfortably making his insides roil as the words, such hopelessness, the sheer [i]self hatred[/i] that makes his hand lose its hold on his drink on the table. 

Hardly the biggest issue though, he only really realizes things are turning with Damien’s meltdown when the roof above feels like it’s getting torn off, pitch black smoke winding into what seems like vines into chains under every flicker of light, the black light blue of the room becoming a dark red that resembles what one would imagine from a nightmare.[/color]

[indent][color=495B8F]’[/color][color=000000][b][i]Damien.[/i][/b][/color][color=495B8F]’[/color][/indent]
[color=ADADAD]Silas flinches back in his seat when the shadows wrap onto Damien by his legs and then he’s being ripped away from the booth through the pure black ceiling.

[i]Well, that’s unfortunate.[/i]

What he doesn’t expect though is Vicis rising from across the table right as the lights cut out entirely around them, leaving Silas in darkness for a single second until he exclaims in surprise when he feels like something catches his shirt and coat hard enough to make it feel like he’s getting dragged off into the ceiling like Damien.

Whatever the hell is happening, wherever he’s being suddenly lifted off to, he chooses to grab onto the thing caught to his clothes, clinging tightly as dark oblivion is all that’s left when the bass of the club becomes a mere fading heartbeat into silence.
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[center][color=808080]━━━━━━ ◈ ━━━━━━[/color][/center]
[color=ADADAD][hider=In This Catharsis]Silas can now see Vicis and Damien’s true forms.[/hider][/color]