Years, decades stacked upon decades in what felt like an eternity he waited in his dark abyss. Void of light, of warmth, of anything. It was devoid of any physical stimulation, and visual sensations. Utter and complete darkness. All he had was his mind, and an incessant hunger that would ache unceasingly for decades.
He'd been here before. In fact he spent more time here than anywhere else. With nothing to track the time he could only wait in his attempts to not lose his mind. He understood the rules well, that a demon would be permitted one human life every hundred years. He understood well that if he grew greedy and drained his human, or otherwise caused them to perish, that he would lose his tether to the physical realm, and be relegated to the abyss. To bide his time until the clock counted down and he’d be paired again.
This last time had gone horribly for the demon. Paired with a farmer boy whereby Seir’s hunger got the better of him and ‘accidentally’ caused his human to die within the first two weeks. For nearly a century now he had waited, and before the rift opened to spill him out to the living realm, he honestly couldn’t tell anyone whether 100 years had passed or if 10 years did. It was torturous all the same.
“Finally-“ His voice calmly spilled past his pale lips. His form pale and emaciated after decades of starvation. Looking down at the center of his chest, a thin, weightless, red thread, what he would reference as a ‘tether’ now bonded his soul and his human. His human could be anyone, from anywhere within the world. They could be young as a newborn, or as old as being on their deathbed. It was simply a roll of the dice. Male, female. It didn’t matter, whatever fate would give him, and he wasn’t picky.
