The... thing.

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Someone saw... something.  And linked to a song.

I... really didn't want to look.  I didn't want to see.  And, yet, I had no choice.

I didn't know why, at first.  Then, while watching, it came to me.

The video was about the thing that had been fought in my dreams.  While "I" "won", "I"... never "won".  I am almost certain it could have destroyed me, easily, in all the forms I took.  I felt as if it was toying with me.  Though I felt no hatred, or malice.  I couldn't quite get it.  Fire, though.  I... sensed fire, all-consuming, perfect, terrible, fire.

Then I understood.  I was, in truth, the... thing.  I was there to help my kin.  I remembered, then, the dream suggesting death was not preferred, being told such directly from God.  He was... requesting that I not destroy.  Not just for the sake of those I must confront, but for my sake as well.  Not a threat, just a... blessing, a gift of wisdom, and more.

So, I battled with them.  Not a demon, I, just kin.  Ending the combat before they were hurt.  If it was no easy task for me, to battle such strong opponents, over and over.  I was becoming weary.  The hope, in time, is to wake them, through exhaustion, and offer them a truth they have never seen before.  I think some have chosen that path, others may.  Many, as with man, won't.  Imagine being a disciple, to the nephilim.  I'm not sure all the riders are.  One, or two, of the four?  If one may well be the... Speaker of Speakers, so... has a much more unique set of tasks still.

Such dreams.  Terrible, hopeful, beautiful, horrible, faithful, loving, amen.