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Considering how these creatures liked to play, he may be able to pull location information from the video metadata. Whatever wavelengths they fed off of seemed strangely attuned with most of humanity's modernized electronics. He gripped the steering wheel and stared at the frozen, gravel paths in front of him. Shifting the car into drive he left the mansion behind, the tires squelched on slush ice and dead leaves until he passed the iron gate and veered off onto the unkempt pavement of the hidden roadway.

“Yes." He muttered as the radio crackled with illegible speech. “I could work with that.“

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Jirot's phone flashed at him at 2:30 am a few days later.

It was another prerecorded video feed of Yadin. This time he was a bare silhouette in the middle of a darkened room, stone walls and floors made it appear to be a dungeon almost. He was at rest on a cot, with a blanket pulled up to his waist; his clothes were tossed carelessly beside the bed, giving Jirot the impression that it was just a regular bedroom, were it not for the contrast dismal gray decor.

Jirot stared at the incoming message until it was received. As the content loaded, his gut twisted, and he lowered the phone screen to the mattress before it loaded fully.

The other realm was clearly dropping any distractions that could to misdirect his intent to save his confident from their grasp. The reality of the situation was becoming more and more dire; he knew that the longer he was unable to locate Yadin, the more he would be lost into their darkness.

Eulythies was giving him nothing as to where to even begin looking for Yadin. The shadow only seemed intent on a singularity, though it was a wonderful and terrible distraction indeed. He had brushed off the creature so much the past few days, that it hardly made any attempt to dwell in his presence recently. His jaw tightened.

Why was he worrying about someone he had barely known? Yadin could have easily declined joining him on their trip of unknown consequences. Wasn't it only right that he accepted that this was not his problem? Yadin had picked his own poison hadn't he? In the end, the decision was Yadin's.

Jirot stared with an empty mind at the wall in front of him. He'd printed off one of his works and hung it on the wall. Eulythies had loved it. It was a capture of the high tops of the forest, the cabin where they'd first discovered one another would have been visible in the middle of the frame, had it been captured in the photo at the time. The mist and shadows in the photo whirled at the base of the trees even while he gazed it. He closed his eyes and sat up, unlocking his phone and opening the message from Yadin again.

A prickle up his spine alerted him to an unknown presence around him. His senses were sharpened since being in contact with Eulythies- at least where the shadow creatures themselves were concerned.

He stubbornly turned his attention back to the message as it loaded on his screen.

Yadin was there, immobile and stoic.

Then he wasn't.

Yadin's expression changed as he just stared at Jirot. His eyes were dull and blackening.

Jirot gazed back, unflinching at the creature who appeared to be possessing Yadin just to toy with his emotions. It was what these beasts seemed to long for most after all.

Emotions.

Feelings.

A sense of freedom shared in the united wills of climax. All they had was their abyss.

As if on cue, the screen blacked out, but the media continued to play, an increasing tone of white noise. Jirot could only assume that Yadin was still staring straight ahead, at him, or through him.

He reconsidered all the motions that he had been playing through so far.

Every single incident with the shadows had a arrived and ended with similar results. Jirot scratched his chin and pulled his eyes from the screen, drifting his gaze to his dresser, just a few feet from his bed in this small space. This might be all he could do. The history he'd gathered would be his evidence, and if possible, could bring about a point of contact.

He rose from the bed and set the phone up on his dresser, propping it up against the wall behind it, capturing the side of the room he occupied. He turned the volume to max and turned back to the bed, and crawled on top of it to lean against the headboard. The phone seemed to make no obvious change.

Jirot sighed. If there was only one way he knew to create a connection to their kind, he'd be more happy to do it.

He reached to his waist and slid his briefs down just enough for his cock to slip out. His thoughts had already been residing in an erotic realm when he had first begun suspecting this to be a valid case, so his need was already blooming. He stroked his hand down the top of his dick, teasing himself to a higher level of excitement.

Nothing changed on the phone, either in picture or sound, but Jirot kept going. Why not after all? Every story had reached it's climax after all.

He huffed a sharp breath and rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb, stroking his shaft up and down with his other hand. He tilted his head back, reveling in the sensations, and stared at the normal shadows on the ceiling. Jirot stroked faster, stroking from his cockhead to his balls, kneading them with his other hand and spreading his legs farther apart.

Jirot stroked his cock more quickly, already there were stars beginning to dot his vision. He breathed out heavily and hitched his breath as he powered his arm even faster than before. His eyes clamped shut and his teeth clenched as he toyed with his senses, and clutched himself at the base of his dripping cock to avoid completion.

He looked back at the phone for anything different. White noise was building in his ears, and pinpricks of the ethereal were burdening his senses. The phone screen remained black.

Jirot tried to speak, but his voicebox locked up. He wondered if on this edge, if he was almost there. He managed a choked sound, and and dropped his head backwards.

What else would he have to do if this was the only level he could reach with simple masturbation? He calmed himself as best he could, so the connection wouldn't break.

Did he have to become more tempting bait? But the risk that entailed may get himself stuck where Yadin was, and that, he could easily admit, he was far too selfish to allow. He did not wish to lose both himself and Yadin in the reality that the shadow creatures existed in. Jirot shifted to his knees, stroking himself again, then rested his palms on the bed and leaned forward, massaging his chest and stomach as he moved.

Voices were abuzz in the back of his mind. The hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck raised. Jirot tried to pay it no mind, and continued his ministrations, casting another glance at the phone as he began grinding his cock against the bed sheets. He kept his pace slow, so that he could maintain control in some way. His pre-cum left little trails across the fabric, sheets to groin like strings of web, and he was unable to hold back another moan of pleasure that escaped him. He tried to keep a measured pace against the sheets, but his pleasure was building too quickly.

He pulled his briefs off entirely and tossed them to the side, then moved backwards to the headboard again and pulled his shirt off, throwing it away from himself just the same. He leaned back and clutched his balls and throbbing cock, reaching around with his other hand to press a finger into his ass, searching for the point the creatures so excelled at discovering.

“Come on..." Jirot's thoughts growled, his body was flush with desire, and his thoughts were aflame. His finger met his need at last, and his cock twitched in delight. He jerked off slowly as he managed to tease a second finger against his prostrate. He closed his eyes again and slid a finger across the head of his cock, stimulating himself in every way he was capable. He was reaching a point where he was going to be unable to stop himself.

He stroked himself with reckless abandon, the lack of developments from the phone seemed to indicate that this was the final and singular path left to take.

Jirot grasped at the pillow beneath his head, and his legs tensed in anticipation for his incoming orgasm. His stomach rose and fell in sharp breaths as the tingling in his body began centering on one point. Heat trailed throughout his being, fusing at last and swelling into a pleasurable burst. His cum spattered against his hand as he jacked himself off through his entire orgasm, the veins in his neck and cock throbbed as his climax pulsed intensely. He let himself collapse into a relaxed state, his heart still pounding in his chest.

For a long, blissful moment he forget everything.

And then the phone chirped to life, except it was now projecting from the device as if from a surround sound theater system.

Jirot jerked back into an alert mode and curled his arms up tightly around his head as a deep, reverberating echo of voices mixed with Yadin's reignited voice of pleasure. It was the same voice Jirot had heard the first time he had been possessed with Eulythies in his car. The deep tones echoed in the din, and it almost sounded like multiple languages in parallel as the vocals resounded in his chest.

“You think you can tame the darkness? You think you are beyond that black crevasse of your deepest, unhinged desires?

Lies.

And beyond those falsehoods are your even more powerful emotions, whilst a singular emotion still rules you, cleaves you asunder, tears you apart from the inside- apart from even the most powerful emotion of your species.

Fear.

Fear is your desire, and desire is within your fear, and thus within your fear, and by your fear, you are subdued.

And YOU shall not be the last soul I claim as my own."

Yadin's face, devoid of emotion, was back on his phone, but his face had returned to what Jirot knew as normal.

Jirot leapt up and scrambled to get his phone from the shelf. The background was now of a higher class neighborhood, but it looked like Yadin was on the rooftop balcony of a house. The last detail Jirot was able to make out before the feed cut off was a fence line in the background. An unmistakable design, uniquely ordered for a new community by the shopping center that he and Yadin had first met.

Jirot dropped back on his haunches at the base of his bed, and stared at the phone until blackened into standby. He was completely unsure how to approach the next step. And his mental state was greatly shaken by the message from the Lord of Shadows. He was trembling still when he reached back to his bed, and pulled the unmarred duvet cover around his body. He curled up into a fetal position on the floor, and tried not to muse the shadows underneath his bed.

“And you shall not be the last soul I claim as my own."

The voice of the shadow lord echoed in his mind again. Was he truly ruled by fear? And how many more people were lured into the grasp of shadows and then consumed in that abyss of pleasure? How many more? How many others?