Belial: Desire Without End

“You are dead.” “The reality of Belial killed you.” Your heart won’t slow.

Your hands shake but you don’t stop. The room spins. Lights smear. Sound presses in

from all sides. Someone pulls you closer. Someone laughs too loud.

Your body says yes before you can think. Heat. Pressure. Too much.

Your breath stutters. Your vision tunnels. You lean forward— and your legs don’t answer.

The floor hits you hard. Faces blur above. Music keeps playing. No scream.

No warning. Just your body giving up while the night keeps going.

That’s when you understand. “You thought it was a monster.” “Ancient people