That night Rai was restlessly staring at the ceiling. Why did a mortal have angel's magic? And if it just decided to lash out at her, could it be contained for use or would she be constantly in danger of getting smited? The whole issue was beginning to weigh on her. Unbridled divinity could be a death sentence for a creature of hell such as herself, although Rai was pretty adept at defending herself from such attacks.
She glances over to the clock on her wall reading it to be about two in the morning. Seemed that when she had something on her mind, nights just seemed to get longer. There was a television mounted on the opposite wall, just far enough that her field of static wouldn't disrupt it from the bed, so she supposed some television would be a nice change of pace. As soon as she reaches for the remote she's noticed a flicker through the wall.
Will's room was directly across the hall so she could see through the walls to his flickering soul, which seemed to be fighting for it's life. Yet there was no other presence around him to threaten him. She'd never seen a sleeping man in such distress. She'd only seen this in people who'd just seen something truly terrible. Normally when asleep, the tones of one's aura would dull and radiate more of a cool light, instead it was violently flickering red, yellows and casting a black shadow of despair.
She was at a loss for what to do. Easing herself out of bed, Rai continues to watch as the darker shadow that indicated Wil's body was restlessly moving about.
The horseman walks into the hallway, careful not to make any noise and moves to open Wills door. It was locked. She set aside her confusion to find a way around this, however she wasn't thinking long before a fearful scream echoed through the apartment, Startling Rai into moving for her scythe that wasn't at her hip. Will's body had jerked out of bed, his soul calming it's violent thrashing, but she could hear his heavy, fear laced breath.
She knew he was broken inside, but she hadn't expected this of someone who seemed so strong. This wasn't healthy for a mortal. Something like this could lead to dangerous outcomes long term. Will did a damn good job of seeming alright in the face of even the most perceptive of demons.
Meanwhile Will shakes his head, shoving the dreams from his head. He let out a shaky breath, reaching for his nightstand, searching for his pill bottle.
Hesitation hit him before he quickly swallowed a pill then attempted in vain to go back to sleep. Soon the world blurred, his mind lost in a haze. As if he was floating on the current.
Rai had to control herself all night. The urge to check on Will was not only what had kept her on edge, but he'd done something to weaken himself and she had to stay with the temptation to snuff out his soul. She was left wondering what on earth he'd done to cause him to get that weak that fast. She set herself at the kitchen table to face away from Will's bedroom so she didn't have to look at him.
Questions just kept hitting Rai. Why did her roommate scream? There was something batman was hiding from her about him, she just knew it.
"Mornin'!" Will chimes, starting up the coffee maker.
"Sleep well?" Rai probes, baiting him for an answer.
"Yep." Will lied so well. Had Rai not seen him restless, she'd have believed him. The momentary silence began to make Will's mind crawl, turning back to see the demon staring right at him.
"I call bullshit." Rai bluntly states as she stands from the chair. "I know you did something yourself last night. Whatever it was, don't do it while I'm home. Or next time I might not be able to control myself and you'll be dead." With that the demon was about to head out the door, leaving Will both ashamed and enraged.
"Wait. Where are you going?" He stares.
"Errands. I'll be back later."