My dreams are often elaborate, but I still remember the worldbuilding of this one to the T :
I was born into a family of witches cursed with misfortune & death, all dying at a young age, & we had personifications of that. They can manifest into any shape or object. A cousin had a doll. An uncle had a hibiscus tree. I knew of a great grandmother whose reaper took the form of her soulmate. They're sort of our personal grim reapers because we couldn't die unless it was by their hands. Immortal snail, except ours were always near, reason being that it's a soul-link. Our family history hinted at them not always being a curse in the beginning. Rather, they used to be our guardians, before something came amiss.
Mine was a plain demon, through & through. Think of Scar's ( Wuthering Waves ) boss form. What was strange was that this was Tenma; whether the OC or the introject I can't quite recall anymore. I had childhood memories in this dream.
I remember holding his claw as he crouched down for me. We had tea parties & I added clips on his hair. In hindsight, he wasn't doing anything but closely observing.
My family warned me to not befriend my curse. I stubbornly refused because if I can befriend my reaper, & I won't die today, then can I make my death easier? Oh, how wrong I was.
The entire dream was a game of cat & mouse, ever since I found out about a grimoire from across the country that could possibly alleviate the family curse. My reaper was nothing short of Ill-tempered & Bloodthirsty. So, finding out that his truest joys, killing & freedom, was going to be taken from him by a lowly human, he was nothing short of livid. See, not only will killing me fulfill his duty, but in consuming my soul, the magic that fuels his existence, he'll become free to do whatever he wished. He needed me dead before I killed him first.
The chase went on for days, weeks. I was always one step ahead as much as he always drew near. Our soul-link made him inescapable, but I only had to avoid a fatal clash. Easy enough, right? There was one other element holding me back : I was cursed to never wield a weapon.
I was on a bus when I tested this out. This bus was supposedly magical as well, seeking out only passengers who are desperately running away. We gathered & spoke about our stories. A teenager avoiding accountability for his mistakes. A woman escaping from her abusive partner. A man trying to start anew. He gave me a rifle.
It turned into a toy in my hands.
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