Damien sat on the edge of the roof.
Legs hanging over the drop.
Wind biting his skin.
He didn't look around.
He didn't need to.
The air behind him shifted.
Not from the wind.
From presence.
Like the space itself had been holding its breath and just exhaled.
Damien didn't turn.
Didn't smile.
Didn't move.
Just spoke.
"Do it."
Silence.
Then a whisper, not from the wind, not from the sky…
…from within the air.
You really want me to do what we discussed last night?
Damien's fingers dug into the concrete edge.
Not fully but do the first half
Another pause.
Longer.
Like the world was checking its files.
As you wish
Damien finally turned his head, slow eyes dark, unblinking.
good
A beat.
Then a soft, amused sigh.
You're asking me to rewrite reality. with a cold face, how beautiful
I'm asking you to remember what you are and how you have to follow what i say.
Another silence.
Then a laugh.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something older.
