In Tanya's dream, she was being held in a place with no light. Only darkness and coldness were her friends.
She was tied upon a cross and her body was covered in countless injuries.
The demon, her other self, stood in front of her with a whip of thorns.
"Still holding on?" The demon licked her lips. "They won't return."
Tanya lifted her head up slightly. Her face was a mess with one of her eyes unable to open up.
"Yield. And it shall be over. Yield. And we shall be whole once more. Yield. And you shall no longer be helpless." The demon said.
Tanya smirked. For some reasons, she remembered that dark man with a trench coat. Despite his hostile appearance, the man was very gentle.
She didn't trust Mater. But she did trust Crow.
"He shall return." Tanya uttered her last breath.
Suddenly, a foreign power penetrated the dream of the demon. Red beams of light pierced through the sky.
The demon snapped her head toward the sky.
"This is?!"
