The First Dream I Had about Him
So here’s an interesting thing about me. Until I had made my previous dream post about my Dream Wedding. Every time I had a dream about marriage. I was always forced to get married to Satan out of a deal. Like if I didn’t marry him to balance him out and kept him stable, he’d plunge every bit of life into pure chaos and death. Regardless if this wasn’t the end times or he could leave Hell because someone freed him.
Every time, THAT was my dreams about getting married.
But the first time it had happened? Not only did leave an impression on me! But it also affected the future dreams I would have. The first time it went like this.
We had started it in a sense, however it wasn’t glamorous or at least done traditionally, if anything he probably wanted to get it done and over with so he could “play” with his new “bride”. Heck, I can’t even remember if I wore a dress but I could remember my friends and family forced to be there and make conversation with him. I think it was the after party? He dragged into a tiny building to rub it in my face that I was forever stuck with him. Until I felt my body snapping.
His cocky smirk disappeared as he watched “his bride” stretched out and shifted. Genuinely shocked and terrified, we both knew WHO was coming out. We towered over and smiled with our pretty fangs. “Now you get to deal with me~” a deep, cool, masculine voice mixed with mine and we lunged at him, everything going dark and waking up as Satan’s blood curdling screams echoed throughout my head. Ever since that? I still get dreams of it, but he was never as cocky or as disrespectful than the first time.
Weird huh?..and on top of that! Whenever I had plain ol’ nightmares! I started attacking the monsters or criminals that hunted me down! Always changing into a monstrous version of myself and hunting down the worst type of monsters, to a point where they started to fear me.