(Zyzz, Australian bodybuilder, personal trainer, and model, March 24, 1989 - August 5, 2011)

(On a more personal and less depressing note, I hope the chapter titles and cover images are making sense. Or that people are getting the references or basic ideas. I am once again using songs as the titles.)

Once fully rested (or at least most of them were), the growing party of misfits began their journey once again. The hulking mass of muscle leading the party with Pandemonica was more than capable of dealing with the Skeleton Soldiers that stood in their path. It was astonishing to see him both attract and deal with so much adversity. It was certainly a big help, considering the circumstances.

"It amazes me how much you want a

The fog was growing denser as they progressed, choking Y/N with its density.

"What's-" he coughed, struggling to find air, "What's with this fog?" It was hard to see, almost like a smoking room that saw active use.

"Ugh, this cigarette smoke could only mean one thing. Just don't let my sister intimidate you, Custodies," Malina growled, clearly upset over the prospect of meeting her sister. The nickname was a surprise to be sure, -but a welcome one- but they had more pressing concerns. The soul fastened his gas mask back to his face and seemed to recover, breathing better now that there wasn't smoke filling his lungs. Malina grumbled something about "Kriegsman" and "shovel swinging morons" but continued on with the rest of them. Coming across Malina's sister, it was initially hard to even see her with all the smoke, but her voice cut through it like a knife.

"Yo, I heard about your harem, and I'm in." It was less a question and more a statement. One that made Y/N uncomfortable. Malina was definitely not happy with the statement either, her hands shaking with rage. No way was she going to just let the Bitch Demon steal her first real shot at connecting with someone, especially so soon after the opportunity presented itself.

"You must be seriously mistaken. No one's building a harem," he said, covering his face to keep him from coughing too bad.

"Speak for yourself," William chuckled. Y/N glared slightly at the older man.

"Dude." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. William, however, was just smirking.

"What?" he asked, still smug.

"First, not helping. Second, I'm not helping you with that stupid dream you had." William huffed angrily.

"Oh but I have to help you with- wait- you remember that conversation we had about it?" he asked, suddenly dead serious.

"What are you talking about- oh. OH! Oh shit this-" Y/N began, starting to panic.

"So then it wasn't just some stupid dream! I was actually seeing this conversation! This must be why I woke up when you cut off!" He said, holding his head.

"Oh God, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuck- I think I'm gonna throw up," he said, doubling over and ripping the gas mask off. Y/N retched and gasped, a soft hand rubbing his back. He just sat there, dry heaving and trying not to vomit. When the nausea passed, he slowly stood up, hands shaking.

"Let's... Let's just get out of here." Y/N lead the group along with Pan and Cerberus. Malina was hot on his heels with Modeus and William while Zdrada just walked lazily along, barely keeping up. Thoughts raced through his head. Was this supposed to happen? Did he truly predict the future? And what was that voice from his most recent dreams? It sounded so familiar, his stomach churning at the thought. He couldn't say for any certainty what was going on but decided that should he have another dream, he'd force that voice out or give him answers. Sadly for him, there was nothing. Like blinking the time away.

Getting up was a chore. Between Cerberus and her three bodies piled on his chest, Pandemonica using his lap like a pillow, and Modeus tangled up in his legs, it was nearly impossible to get off the ground. His head ached upon standing, having felt like he was hit with a sledgehammer. Y/N closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes to try and ease it but the pain grew worse and he stumbled around, holding onto a large boulder to hold himself up as images flashed in his mind. A man who's face was obscured by blinding light. A woman with black hair and blue eyes staring lovingly at the man. The fluttering of large wings. Then pure agony.

Y/N's hand slipped and scraped on the boulder, doing his best to steady himself. He quietly slumped back to the ground instead, curling up in an attempt to hide from the pain. More images flew through his head as he strained to keep his voice down.

War. Bodies of angels and demons strewn about what was otherwise the perfect landscape. A betrayal. A fly. A lost love. A neutral party. Then nothing. It felt so real. Like dreaming of memories rather than a completely new creation. Y/N gasped and it finally seemed like he was going to pop. He was too weak to stop it, hurling as he made it onto his hands and knees. He spent the next minute dry heaving and trying to catch his breath before sitting up, looking behind him at the group.

Pandemonica was awake, concern swirling in her eyes. The others were still asleep and were just starting to stir. Pan was on him in an instant, checking his pulse- it was elevated, wiping his forehead- when did he start sweating?- and cleaning his face with a black handkerchief. Y/N managed a quiet thanks before standing up and spitting off to the side.

"Is master going to be okay?" the concerned voice of Cerberus asked from behind. Y/N looked back and everyone was awake, getting ready to go and giving the human soul concerned glances.

"Yeah... yeah I'll be alright. Just... something weird happened. It's over now... I think," he sighed. He just hoped he was right.