Diorama
By SMYGO4EVA
Here, there was an evil in her dreams, an evil that was thought to have been banished from this world after long days past, after when the Soul Society was freed. That, unfortunately, was not the case, my friends; it was never the case. The Court of Pure Souls may have been in its prime, but the evil that was thought to have been purged was not vanquished, nor will it ever be.
Here, the visions in her sleep were not of ambition or of hopes and life-long wishes that yearn to be granted. They were not of the light that she was brought up in, the threshold of goodness that was thought to be her sanctuary had become tainted, tainted beyond all repair. Her dreams were not of light, but now they were of the shadows, of the black darkness born from the pit of hate.
Embittered and revulsion….
Here, in the pit of hate, lived an ageless demon, one who had unleashed such malevolence and tyranny onto the world. He was a master, or as many would call him, the deliverer of such wickedness. Nothing else could describe the demon except for he was a waterfall of darkness, skin the baleful color of emerald, chevron-like horns, and spiked shoulders, and eyes a shade of pure ebony. She herself had never seen someone such as the demon before. A demon in looks and a monster/tyrant in what personality he had, and yet she still found herself with deep affection with the evil one.
Here, a diorama was formed, as there was no more evil in her dreams, her sleep stories no longer just simply wishes, but a premonition, as there was no evil in her life. No longer a facet of illusion of wishful thinking, she would travel to there pit of hate from whence her nightmares came and simply stay with the demon for as long as she had wished it.
Long days past, there was an evil in her dreams, but now there was no more. For Momo Hinamori was dead, captured in a world of nightmares, created by the demon Aku, and forever in a diorama, a world of her own making.