He was lost.
His robes swept behind him in a daze, blood sobbing the pain he could never release as he stumbled along the streets, the unforgiving rain melting holes in his burning conscience.
He was swimming with weights attached to his waist, guilt gnawing at his stomach like a carnal animal, tendons tenderly tousling his tresses as he was engulfed with sadness and shock.
His teeth were sunk into his bottom lip as he wandered, eyes darker than the storm clouds that were over his head as they beat him into numb submission. He was surrounded by a tornado of misery as a cackle of lighting was spat out of the sky, exposing his cruelty for the world to judge. His tears were streamers of agony melting down his face as they washed away with the unforgiving numbness of the water.
He had no idea where he was.
The rain had punished him into a pulp and he was a puddle of white-hot guilt, screams of his blood echoing in his ears. He'd been plunged into the deep end and even though he was consumed with the pressing weight of the water he was yet to fade into beautiful oblivion.
Soon he'd be little more than another body lost and tossed into the depths of the ground, the cross carelessly painted over his watery grave burning his unholy body. He was to be buried, yet he'd already died, even though the last huff of air was yet to leave his body.
His traitorous lungs just kept on functioning, and his silvery eyes dampened with grief as he rained out a thunderstorm of his own emotions. He watched dashes of scarlet swirl with the rainwater into the gutter, felt the burning on his side.
He was collapsed on the ground now, blankly gazing at the drenched pavement as he blinked helplessly.
His guilt had shackled him here and maybe it would never release him. He was condemned, for sure, the pelting hammers of droplets simply the beginning of his eternal torture.
His entire body was raw, and yet, outwardly he was completely numb. A shiver went down his spine and his lips began to fill with blue ink, merging with the crimson and bursting into rainbows.
He ached all over, and yet he was fixed in place, his eyes blank as the bitterness stopped escaping from his eyes and once again began to gather behind the dam.
His robes were gone now; he was simply adorned in a short sleeve tee and thin jeans.
He watched his flesh be bitten by vengeful cold and observed the purple bites it left behind.
He watched lashings of self-abuse dribble from his abused skin, leaving bones exposed.
And he watched pools of hate flow after it, locking each other in a mortal comeback.
Even the moon had fled from the unforgiving sky, blunt knives of thunder slicing the clouds in half as purple occasionally chased it cruelly, lighting up cracks in the looming grey roof.
The claws of oblivion had began to sink into him, numbing his flesh and clawing his eyes closed, but he forced himself to shift, to remain awake.
He needed to hurt. He needed to prepare for Hell.
He didn't remember his transformation, and he didn't remember when he started to run.
Self-preservation was overpowering self-loathing for the first time in his young life, a limping, whimpering dog with more curse wounds than untouched flesh begging him to survive.
But even it collapsed halfway to wherever it was heading, so tiredly that it hid inside of him again, and he was there again.
He was lay in the middle of the street now. Gravel was dusting his saturated hair and layering on thickly, glass shards causing blood droplets to form.
Light had broken through, but it wasn't sunlight, because there never were two suns.
The human lay in the road, already broken, but the desperate dog overcame it and let out a haunting howl as it leapt away from screeching rubber.
A near-miss and he was lay right on the slashes decorating his ribs, spots mocking him as they partially blinded him.
He struggled to all four of his feet.
Pain had taken over now, working as sick fuel to tire him and quicken the inevitable.
The dog was determined, but the grips of death were slowly strangling it, yet it continued, gasping for breath.
This place was familiar now, curved roads leading to warm pools of love and affection.
The urge to close his eyes was so simple, and yet resisted so harshly by the dog inside. It was soaked to the bone, partially suffocated and swaying despite it's increased centre of gravity. It's organs were screaming, and it made one desperate last jump, slamming into a familiar door as it morphed into a human in a horrifically bad state.
Just as the curious presence behind the door swung it open, heavy lids closed over empty silver depths.