Oh! Minutes go round and round
Inside my head
Oh! My chest will now explode
Falling into pieces
Rain breaks on the ground-blood!

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The ruins had seemed to be the main area of so many things lately, so many coming and going as they pleased, seeming to not have a care in the world. However, anyone that were to venture too close would be greeted by the deathly roar of a beast in pain and agony. His eyes flaring as some random deer fled into the distance as blood flew from his mouth in the process of his roar. Nightmare was not allowing anyone near him... save for the few whom he decided to allow rights over others. The beast was up, on his legs and walking circles around the area of the ruins. It was clear he'd been at it for hours on end, the thick trail of black crimson on the ground making a simple path around the entire figure of the ruins.

Sometimes however, it would part off from the circle and go up upon the hill that was not too far from the general area. A thick splotch up there, where he laid... and then a thick splotch beyond the archways upon the thick pedestal that stood there before the giant dip of stairs behind it. But today, today... the beast seemed restless. Like a thousand knives were gouging into his body as he walked. Hooves dragging, bleeding... bringing more of that black liquid to join the rest upon the ground. But his pain was only a mere thing to deal with, the thoughts of not dieing were far worse.

Nightmare was incapable of Death, he could not die through simple means like so many others have done. He could not take his life in the pond, couldn't drown like those others before him... he'd just flounder about for an eternity before walking the bottom and coming back out of the pond in his nameless state, at least until he got his beauty back. The beast couldn't be killed through a fight, a pierce through whatever heart he had wouldn't do anymore than enrage the monster. The beauty of being a monster of his type was that the creature that created you was your only source of death. And for Nightmare... his creator only came once a year.

The ripping of another roar erupted from the beast as more deer fled from around him. A thick black, putrid substance flailing out and splattering on the ground as his body seemed to be erupting with such horrid pain. Nightmare's body convulsed, harshly really as he stumbled and made his way back to the pillar in the ruins. Collapsing atop it the moment he climbed onto it. His vision blurred, his mind like a thousand swords clashing in an epic battle for dominance. The beast's body convulsed, it would seem that death was finally blessing him though in his mind... Nightmare knew that Death would not come.

He twisted and turned, blood pouring from the skull and flesh of his body, soaking the ruins pedestal with it's thick, liquid form. Really, it seemed to be flowing towards something, that something walking out through the thick fog that had appeared around the Ruins. The stag, mighty and tall he was... the creator of death as many would say. Flesh a thick and matted gray with parts torn from his sides and throat... legs and backside. The mighty skull that adored his head was nothing compared to the frilled mass of red antlers that hung above his head.

Nightmare's eyes seemed to dim at the Presence of his creator.

"Å leking med brann Anbringet din frihet Gjennom den hardeste prøven På din endelig dag Ikke skylder
forskrekkelsen."
(Translation: Playing with fire
Put your freedom
Through the hardest test
Don't blame the scare
On your final day)

Nightmare's eyes went blank... his body collapsing on the ruins... head hanging off the edge as the blood trickled from it. There was no sign of breath... no sigh of life as the sockets that once held powerful red orbs were just... sockets. The blood all but gone as the giant god of a beast seemed to absorb it, his 'child' before him seeming to get the wish he so desired... Death."

"Et sist minutt passerer ved din sjel Akkurat et minutt mer i horisontene ene ørlille passene til ved din øyne
Akkurat et minutt mindre i horisonten"
(Translation: One last minute passes by your soul
Just one minute more in the horizon
One more minute passes by your eyes
Just one minute less in the horizon)

Swimming in a sea, the beasts body collapsed. Turning to mere dust upon the ruins pedistal... all the blood soaking through the ground and slowly... starting to bubble up and seeming to come to life. A roar, unlike anything heard before in the forest erupted from the thick mass that circled the ruins, the giants roar following as thick smoke flared out of his mouth... the blood flying from his body and from the ground. Attacking the pedestal in which the beast formerly laid.

Twisting, wreathing... a giant mass of black flared up. And whatever poor Nameless stag that was nearby was grabbed. His bellowing only thrown into the wind for a mere moment before the black mass of blood forced it's way down his throat, coating the insides and silencing his cries for help. The blood engulfed the stags body, eating it... destroying it from the outside in. Throwing his head back the stags face melted away as the thick skull came crashing out from what used to be flesh, a bellowing roar of mixed creatures coming out as the feathers shot out from the back of the skull. Strange markings on the face a glow as brown fur turned into a deep navy blue.

The beast stumbled, his size greater than ever before... eyes a blaze as he growled deeply. Nightmare's gaze fixated on the creator behind him. The zombie stag lowering his head in what appeared to be a bow before disappearing in thin air. And the monster he had recreated roaring out as he reared, hooves flaring at the air before he crashed them down upon the ruins pedestal he was standing on. All the blood was still around the ruins... bubbling, boiling. It had no need to be within the newly reborn creatures body. But it was a sign to anyone who came near the ruins... the Nightmare was Reborn. And he was out on the hunt once again, this time however... he was not after those whom called Toxic a friend. But something else...