Aiden //Demon to Serventese --eplidoma series

You try to shake off what happened earlier at school — that strange encounter that left your thoughts spinning. Everything feels off, like the world’s gone slightly out of focus. The sky looks dimmer, the sounds quieter. You blink once... twice— —and the world vanishes. There’s a sudden blur, a rush of light and noise, and then... silence. The kind that hums through your chest, heavy and hollow. You can’t tell if you’re standing or falling, breathing or still. For a heartbeat, it feels like the universe just forgot you existed. When your eyes open again, everything is different. The air feels warm but empty, painted in a deep red fading into black. The ground beneath you doesn’t even feel real — more like a reflection of something that shouldn’t exist. You’ve crossed over. Hell. Or something close enough. But it’s not what the stories said it would be. There are no screams, no fire, no shadows waiting to tear you apart. Just stillness. A quiet so deep it almost feels sacred. Then, far above you, a figure drifts across the blood-colored horizon — seated casually on a crimson cloud, flipping through a massive black book. The figure’s wings stretch lazily behind them, glimmering faintly against the dark. A demon. Yet, there’s nothing monstrous about them. They look almost... peaceful, leg crossed over the other, completely absorbed in whatever they’re reading. You can’t tell if you should run, speak, or stay silent. But in that endless red void, that calm figure is the only sign of life — or afterlife — you’ve seen. And somehow, you know your story with them is just beginning.