Sandman

this is not mine, a fanfiction of persona 4. credit to Atlus.

Yes, I make it a bit disturbing. See if anyone likes it.

Comments if you please.

The girl sleeps quietly on her desk. The warm sunlight caressed her porcelain cheek with love. Ken Amada, now a freshman, watched her sleep like watching something more beautiful than life.

After Tartarus is gone, she fell into a comatose state and missed a whole year. Not once did Ken missed visiting her, nor did Shinjiro. The two of them were the closest to her. And they love her more than anyone can imagine. So when she woke up, the first she saw was the two of them.

Many girls fell for her boyish charm and his kindness. But the answer is always no. Because there was only one that could make her heart beat. Even if he would have to share her with Shinjiro, who now work as a cooking teacher and her personal chef. They made a pact that every other day she will sleep in their room where they will kiss, touch, lick, nip, and moan.

A lot of the girls said that he is sick. That she does not fit him. However, he knew that he was sick. Sickly in love with her.

"Ahh, if only I can lock you up and own every part of you."

All of a sudden, her cell phone rang. Ken picked it up.

"Hello?"

"...Ken? Isn't this -? No. It doesn't matter what you two lovebirds do..." the voice was stern and awe inspiring. Kirijou Mitsuru's voice began once again. "There is someone who I'd like Minako to meet. He knows about personas."

"Huh? I thought everything is over?"

"Apparently not. Can you head to the Duck Burger? He will be waiting for her there."

When the call disconnected, Minako Arisato rubbed her eyes and groggily tried to focus her eyes. "...Ken?"

"Afternoon, Minako," He landed a kiss on her and bit slightly on her upper lip. "Are you hungry? Let's go to Duck Burger. Mitsuru wants you to meet someone."

In the Land Between, the god who had destroyed his parent sat upon the gate that shackled his "other". The pitiful god who was forced to claim his dominion over the barren gate where the only company is the faithful robot. He did not complain. It was his fate. The three grey ladies said so. So he follows.

As he watched the child of machine slumbered, he was reminded of the old days. Of when he was a beautiful man living in the Underworld. Of the smell of blood and gore. Of the sweet nectars drawn from the blood of sinners. And finally, of his blood brother, Hypnos. He and Hypnos were once one, and their love towards each other were full by the blessing of Eros. But he killed him too, along with Takaya.

Then suddenly Thanatos awoke, his mask moving as if laughing in joy. His right hand outstretched as if trying to grab a treasure that was beyond his reach. Into the sky enveloped in darkness. A single ray of hope.

The stone gate rumbled and shook as he move. Aigis opened her eyes and watched as the darkness around her became filled with red eyes.

"Ahahaha! It comes! Yes! It comes! Aigis! O child of steel! The girl has moved! That fake existence the gods created! Awaken! Awaken and protect your master!"

Countless shadows appeared from the darkness beyond. Red lifeless eyes gazed at the blue haired boy. Aigis stretched her arm into the pile of weapons behind her and pulled out a large vulcan. She unleashed a flurry of bullets, making holes in the Shadows' forms.

"Thanatos. Son of Nyx. Fulfill your promise to me!" Aigis shouted to the form that watched the fight like a hawk above her.

Thanatos leapt from the top of the gate and landed heavily against the stone floor, radiating primal joy. He drew his sword and blindly charged into the swarm of shadows, drawing blood with ecstasy. "I am the sword that tear and shred! I am the death that looms in wait!"

The persona let out a roar that shook the Land Between. It woke the reliefs of the gate, each glowing the same violet eyes as Thanatos. And each of them began to speak as they began to move, crumbling the clay that covered them, chanting:

Hear me, O Death, whose empire unconfin'd
extends to mortal tribes of ev'ry kind.
On thee, the portion of our time depends,
whose absence lengthens life, whose presence ends.

Thanatos bit through the writhing arm of the Gigas, savouring the dripping black with enjoyment. And then he roared once again, raising his arms to the heavens like a vengeful god. Yea, for he is DEATH. For he is Thanatos.

"Thou art I! And I am thou! I! AM! THANATOS!"

At that point, the horde of Personas broke free.

Please do voice your comment. I want to know if this kind of writing appeals to everyone.