The young demon’s eyes attempt to process the information flooding through them. She was somewhere new, familiar, but new. Her reign of nightmares was finished; all the nightmares Orin created were manipulated and the students were soon to fall victim to her creations. Everything had gone as the two had planned, and so she tried to leave the Dream Plane. Instead, she ended up in a new plane, one that hadn’t been manipulated at all. Perhaps she needed to go through her own to leave? She had never leapt through so many before, so who knows...

The demon is tired, no one can argue against that. Her feet move through the flowing clouds that seem to live within a conscious person’s Dream Plane. It isn’t until they fall asleep that the clouds of their mind take form. London’s hands run through a small cloud and though they’re alive and well, she feels nothing. Instead, the clouds flee from her fingers, leaving nothing but her hand running through a vacuum; no air, no clouds, nothing. She’s within her own dreamscape. (Perhaps it’s the easiest way out...) she thinks, attempting to form some sort of rational for having been brought there though her powers should have allowed her to wake up.

The screaming silence of it all makes the demon wonder; why is she there and why hasn’t she left yet? The latter is easily answered by her own mind; she hasn’t tried yet, but the first part lingers with a bit of a sting. Why is she there? Perhaps Orin sent her there...though that wasn’t part of the plan. She was to manipulate the dreams, wake up, and ensure that nothing happened to him while he maintained the dreams. The scape of her own creation seems to be trying to project some sort of message, though the conscience and the sub didn’t seem to mesh well. The messages are missed, and the demon is confused.

“Well, as fun as this is...” she tells the silence as she readies herself to leave, “I fear it’s time for me to take my leave...” Her mind runs through the paths left by her previous use of her power, the magick connects with the mind and she’s ready. London Adler attempts to leave the dreamscape, but before she’s able to a pain erupts in her mind. One like nothing she had ever felt before. Nails scrape across her sub-conscience as her body writhes in pain. An unheard scream bursts forth from her lips as the nerves within her body suffer the wrath of an unseen force. Nothing in her life could ever match the pain she’s experiencing.

Her lungs rush the exchange of air as London stops herself from crying and attempts to gain some control over herself as the pain begins to fade. Her erratic breathing begins to slow, and the look on her face slowly begins to shift from fear and panic to confusion. Who did that to her? It was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as though her own mind was keeping her bound within some sort of half-existence and her attempts to push out caused both sides pain. Rising from the knees she had collapsed from, London takes a deep breath and tries once more.

A rush of pain and a scream.

Another attempt.

A rush of pain and a scream.

Again she tries.

Again she feels the pain and collapses into a fit of screams.

“WHERE ARE YOU!?” she screams to the abyss of her dreams as she cries and twitches from the pain she’s causing herself. Two options for the pain exist within her mind; someone’s doing it to her or she’s trapped within her own dreamscape. The silence that echoes back at her only enrages her further, causing another scream to tear forth from the lips of the rather poor looking woman. Nothing comes back but the sound of her own scream. Like a lost little girl, London slams her fists onto the ground as her body shifts into her demonic form. Perhaps her increased strength with help.

Another attempt.

Another rush of pain, but no scream.

She won’t...not another time. With a sore throat, ruining mascara that left a trail on the still tearing demon’s face and a forced reaction in her legs, London stands up and looks at the equally gray sky. “Be blue...” she chokes out through the muffled sobs still making their way through her system. Her power allows her to shift the sky to something familiar, a blue cloudless ocean she’ll never touch. Her hope lies in the fact that she can’t change it back to gray...that the more reality she brings into her dreamscape the more real it becomes. A meadow, flowers, a rabbit and a small river all spring up around her as she tries forcing more reality into her dreams. She makes a breeze, a warmth coming from the sky and anything else she can muster to make it more real.

She attempts to make it all go away, hoping and praying with all her demonic being that it doesn’t...that it stays real and that’s she’s awake and was moved somewhere else. But it does go back, and she isn’t awake and she hasn’t been moved. London Adler is trapped within her own dreamscape. As the reality sets in, she falls backwards into the fluff. Shock overwhelms her as she looks up at the sky and tries to fall asleep. (Can someone trapped within their dreams dream?) she thinks as her lips move, “One...” She continues counting as sheep leap over her. Perhaps the dream demon will fall asleep and dream of being real again.