It was a clacking sound, the thin heels echoing as he barely opened his eyes. A slim woman bent down, her fingers brushing against his jawline lovingly as the nails felt to be laced with poison. She wore a tight fitting black dress, hugging all the way down to the middle of her thigh as her entire body was muscularly toned. Straight black hair fell over her shoulders, her eyes a dark blue as her skin was absolutely flawless. Her necklace was elegantly draping over her neck and chest, the tip of the vial tickling his eyebrow. "You're in so much pain, Raziel. Let me fix you." He groaned, the thirst becoming unbearable as he looked up at her, looking as weak as he felt, "No, don't give me him". She smiled reassuringly, before putting a finger to his lips and unscrewing the vial. "Shh, he was given to you for a reason, Raziel. To help numb your tragic despair. You've missed your dosages, appointments, all for this silly thing called love that seemed to betray you all over again." He tried to fight from her before she grabbed his jaw roughly, keeping the same soft smile as she poured it down his throat. He gagged, the foam beginning to sink into his throat as the thirst was beginning to be quenched. He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming shallow as she stood, the end of her bull-whip falling from its holster. She snapped, his world shifting back into place as the flames died and the scenery changed to the beach. The skies held a milky-way, the waves rocking against the shore and stones in a constant rhythmic pattern as he was being rocked to sleep. When his breathing slowed she went to whisper in his ear. She brushed back a couple loose strands of hair, before smirking.
"Goodnight, Rage."