Azarius...

I dreamed of a satanic room. It looked nefarious, with its blood red floor. And malevolent curtains the color of bursting coals. Immediately, I felt caustic feeling of desperation, and death. I walked down the hallway. When ever I tried to touch the walls to see, the walls felt intangible. I wished that there was a incandescent light glowing some where, or any where. It made me feel petrified to be alone like this even if this was a dream. I felt a summery sort of breeze like a human beings presence on my neck. I turned and saw a luminescent blue figure, a ghost. I screamed. And took a closer look. The man seemed to be interested in me to, because he came closer as well.

He wasn't very old at all. He looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. He had hair the color of burnt sienna. His eyes were the color of burgeoning grass. His face looked kind and sincere until he changed. He changed into a blood sucking demon. His eyes turned silvery green. And where his teeth were, sharp fangs. I knew what he was, he was Ptolomea,  governor of Jericho, who murdered his guests traitors. I was sitting next to Cocytus. Here it is said that sometimes the soul of a traitor falls to Hell before Atropos cuts the thread, and their body is taken over by Azarius.Azarius was father of the dead, founder of misery.