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[marreddreams]

[Do you know where you are?]

[Perhaps it's in a field full of wildflowers, far as the eye can see. Or, perhaps it's a cobblestone street with the scent of fresh apples for sale. Maybe it isn't somewhere quite that pleasant.]

[Wherever you are, something isn't quite right. It isn't an obvious thing, but rather a lingering instinct somewhere in the

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[demonshistory]

[Turn back now if you can. Because this place? It's Hell.

Screams and laughter are heard in this dream.

And standing off to the side is the demon and he has his hands clenched into fists at his side]

[marreddreams]

[It's been said that Hell is personal, one's own interpretation. We shall put that to good use, yes?]

[There's a soft, flitting sort of sound. Almost like mechanical wings. Look close enough, and Lavi will see a speck of gold flicking by him, about the size of a golf ball with a tail. Are you going to follow?]

[demonshistory]

[Lavi's eye widened when the golem flies by. It can't be.

He quickly follows after it, not realizing that the sounds are getting louder as he continues to chase after Timcanpy.]

[marreddreams]

[But it is. How many golden golems do you know, Lavi?]

[Flitting, flitting, flitting, and around a sharp bend.]

[demonshistory]

[The demon continues to chase after the golem before skidding to a stop when he sees Tim fly over to someone familiar. One that they both know.

Allen.

But this Allen has red eyes, very much like Lavi's when it turns red. And Lavi's just going to stand there, staring at the Allen. You can't be here. You're dead.]

[marreddreams]

[Timcanpy settles on top of Allen's head, and the boy brings a hand up to touch a finger to one of its wings. Tim flitters happily.]

[Allen brings the hand back down and uses his teeth to slip off one of his gloves. First one, then the other. The hands beneath the gloves are dripping with blood, and somehow it's indicative that it isn't his own.]

[demonsrecords]

[His eye follows the blood.

Then, he slowly takes a step closer to Allen.]

Allen.

[marreddreams]

[Allen drops the gloves to the ground and brings one hand up to lick his fingers clean.]

[He's noticed Lavi - his eyes are locked on the other's gaze - but yet he doesn't seem willing to talk.]

[demonsrecords]

[Lavi gets closer until he's at least a foot or two away from Allen. His own eye slowly turning red.

He stares back at him. But even withouts words, there's still a question that's bothering the demon: Why are you here?]

[marreddreams]

[Allen turns on his heel and begins to stroll down another corridor - corridor? Since when were they in the dressing room halls? - you might want to catch up.]

[demonshistory]

[If the demon wonders when they came back to this place, he doesn't show it. Instead, he quickly goes to catch up with Allen.]

[marreddreams]

[It's funny how, no matter how fast Lavi tries to run to keep up - or how Allen doesn't seem to pick up his pace - that it's almost impossible to catch up to him, isn't it?]

[Allen turns into a courtyard. Only, it's much larger than a courtyard. It's practically an endless field of tall grass. They cloudy sky is a strange green-gray sort of color, the clouds rolling violently overhead. There's the faint sound of surf and seagulls and, in the distance, there's the slight ribbon of the ocean.]

[Beansprout is walking toward it. Or, rather, the cliff overlooking it.]

[demonshistory]

[Lavi stops for a second when he arrives in the field. Why does it seem familiar?

But his attention is soon on Allen. And he's running after him.]

[marreddreams]

[Allen continues to walk, reaching his hands out to brush his palms over the top of the tall grasses. He turns around to face Lavi, hands still outstretched as he starts to walk backward.]

[Having a hard time keeping up?]

[demonshistory]

[Yes, he is actually. And Lavi will keep running towards him.]

Allen!