Devil's Downfall

That night the two boys slept in the cold. They both thanked the gods above that there was no rain. The fire cracked, letting off sparks that wished to spread its mighty glow. William woke with a shudder. Something felt off. He eyed the forest, yet nothing happened. Whatever it was, he could feel it in his gut.

"Master?" He asked the air. 

Only the whistling of the wind came back as a reply. He rested his head on the back of his arm. With a sigh William shut his eyes, waiting for sleep to once again take him, and for the dream to rap him in its dread inducing embrace. 

This time it was different he still sat on the throne of ice, but the two grand doors creaked open. A woman wearing thick snow gear entered. Her face strangely blurred.

"Master, you're alive." He could feel her smiling at him. Without his permission his body stood, and with shaking steps the two embraced each other. Something in William made his heart throb. Then he awoke, the fire long since extinguished. John sat there eyeing him down, he looked away with a longing gaze. 

William turned around and stumbled his way into the woods. Nature was calling. Yet wherever he looks all he can see is her, and all he can think about is those words. "Is this love?" He asked himself with disgust. He did his natural business and returned to John.

"You mentioned a name when you were sleeping, who's Sofia?" John asked with a bright grin as if asking to spread the gossip.

William's temple throbbed, he collapsed to his knees, eyes shaking, hands clenching at his head. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He shrieked. Tears seeping like a waterfall. 

John took a step back. "You okay man?"

After two agonizing minutes William flopped to the floor, his screams of pain finally coming to an end. John scratched the back of his head. He couldn't help but think William was insane. He huffed plopping William on to his back. With heavy steps John began the last stretch of their journey.