Barbatos's Nightmare

Barbatos, she sometimes dreams.

It was a dream almost akin to a nightmare.

When she first came to, she was already sticking her neck out of that dark Altar.

It was the quiet, dark Altar she had gazed upon for decades.

At first, she diligently looked around... but there was no one to be seen.

Not even Livia, who sometimes felt bothersome, nor Neria, who was Human but modest and kind.

And not even Yor, the Human who first came to This Place.

The Altar, left alone, sometimes felt more than just lonely; it felt frightening.

*I don't remember feeling this way before.*

So she waited...