The afterparty was at its peak when Casimir walked in. The dark room was illuminated by dim neon lights and holograms, the walls pulsing with the beat of the music. The smell of sweat and synthetic pheromones filled his nostrils, while hazy fog clung to the ground like a damp shroud. It was the perfect setting for a night to forget.
Standing in the doorway, he scanned the crowd for Lana. She was his wife, and although they had been together for ten years, he had fallen in love with her all over again every day since they first met. He couldn’t imagine himself without her, and their marriage remained strong despite the dark world that surrounded them. Lana had become involved with an enigmatic occultist named Xander who claimed he could tap into forces beyond human understanding. It filled Casimir with dread, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull her away from something that she was so excited about.
Casimir spotted Lana near the back of the room, her long black hair shining with the fluorescent lighting like a beacon in a troubled sea. She was swaying to the music, her body entwined with Xander’s. Casimir’s heart tightened in his chest as he watched their fingers trace intricate patterns in the air.
He approached them, trying to shake off his unease. He trusted Lana – he had always trusted her – but there was something about Xander that seemed… wrong. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but every time he looked at him, a cold shiver ran down his spine.
“Hey,” Casimir said softly, tapping Lana on the shoulder.
She turned around, her eyes glazed like blue ice under the neon lights. “Cas,” she breathed, “you made it!”
“Casimir,” Xander said smoothly, his voice like velvet sliding over broken glass. “What a fitting name for a man with such a tragic past.”
Casimir’s blood ran cold at Xander’s words. How could he have known about Casimir’s past? He had kept it a secret all these years, not even sharing it with Lana.
“I can see the questions in your eyes, my friend,” Xander continued, his gaze never leaving Casimir’s. “And I can answer them – but first, you must prove your worth.”
“Worth?” Casimir asked, catching a note of bitterness in his voice. “I don’t need to prove anything to you.”
Xander smirked. “Very well. But know this: your wife has chosen her path. She has embraced her true self by joining us. Will you abandon her, or would you rather embark on this journey with us and learn what really lies beneath the veil?”
Casimir looked at Lana, who smiled encouragingly. Despite his doubts, the love he felt for her was too strong to ignore. He knew he couldn’t abandon her in this strange subculture she’d delved into, no matter the cost.
“All right,” he said quietly. “I’m in.”
Xander clapped him on the shoulder, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Welcome to the fold, brother. Let the ritual begin!”
The music stopped abruptly, the crowd parting to reveal an altar of sorts in the center of the room. Candles flickered and cast unsettling shadows as Xander stepped up, pulling Lana close. He looked directly at Casimir as he began to chant in an unfamiliar language.
The atmosphere in the room changed, a tangible tension crackling in the air as Xander’s voice grew stronger and more commanding. A whirlwind of emotion began to batter at Casimir’s psyche, rage and lust and fear all vying for dominance. His heart pounded in his chest as if desperate to escape this mad scene.
Unexpectedly, Xander’s chanting ceased, and with a throaty laugh, he proclaimed, “Now, Casimir, we shall see what you’re truly made of.”
In a blur, Lana lunged forward, her fingers now tipped with wicked claws. Casimir’s instincts kicked in and he narrowly dodged her attack, the swiping talons leaving a shallow cut across his cheek.
He stumbled back, his mind racing. What had just happened? Why was Lana attacking him?
Xander laughed maniacally from his perch by the altar. “You see? The truth is in the blood, Casimir! Face your demons or die in darkness!”
Casimir knew this was it. He had to fight back, or whatever demonic force possessed his beloved would consume her entirely. He locked eyes with Lana, seeing a flicker of recognition and desperation. Her true self was still there, buried beneath the supernatural force that gripped her.
Mustering all his strength, Casimir charged at Lana, tackling her to the ground. He wrestled with her clawed hands, trying to keep them at bay while he whispered soothing words to her.
“I’m here, Lana,” he panted as she thrashed beneath him. “I love you. I won’t let you go.”
The room started shaking violently as if there were an earthquake. The candles flickered and went out altogether and the neon lights exploded in a shower of sparks. With great effort, Casimir managed to pin Lana’s arms down and pressed his lips against hers and in that instant, something changed – like a dam rupturing and releasing a torrent of pent-up emotion.
Lana’s body went limp beneath him, the malicious energy that had enveloped her dissipating like smoke on the wind.
Gradually, the tremors subsided and Casimir looked around to find Xander gone as if he had never been there. The afterparty patrons were either unconscious or had fled, leaving the couple alone in the wreckage of what had once been their sanctuary.
Gently, Casimir helped Lana to her feet, her eyes filled with gratitude and love.
“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed against his chest. “I never meant for this to happen.”
Casimir held her tight, refusing to let go. “It’s all right, Lana. We’ll figure this out together.”
And as they left the ruins of the nightclub hand in hand, Casimir knew that they would face whatever darkness lay ahead side by side, refusing to let even the darkest forces come between them. For in the end, their love would always conquer.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Dalli. Publisher: Cyber.
