Writing Exorcise

A recurring dream of my four main characters:

Ari-Abi (Female angel)- The cool air whispered over Ari's cheeks as she flew low over one of earth's oceans. It had been sunny, she remembered but dark clouds now hid the sky and turned the sapphire blue waters to choppy slate gray waves. She wasn't worried though. Storms couldn't hurt her. A darker shape in the water lay under the water's surface ahead of her as she meandered. A whale perhaps?

She drew closer to the hulking dark form, hoping to be able to watch the whale surface and blow a spout of water into the air. But the dark place in the water seemed to be growing in size and blackness. She hovered over it, beginning to feel uneasy. Her hand went instinctively to her sword only to realize that she'd lost it somewhere. Had it fallen into the ocean? How was she going to find it? The shape beneath her had transformed into a whirlpool and it was sucking at her robes.

A rock had settled itself in Ari's chest, making it hard to breath and harder to stay in the air. She was sinking! The yawning maw of the whirlpool had teeth and desired a meal. Ari's wings pumped furiously but her chest didn't want to suck in any air and no sound escaped from her mouth when she tried to call out for help. Her feet kicked the empty air, her arms stretched and grasped for anything even though she knew it was hopeless. Hungry water lapped at her toes, turning them to icy dead weights that quickened her descent.

Ari-Abi, pinangel, woke up, gasping for breath and flailing about in her sheets. It was the same dream again!

Rotciv (Incubus)- Rotciv's little hut of a dwelling was gone and in its place stood a mansion. It was big enough to have many, many rooms, hundreds maybe. But there didn't seem to be any order to them. The mansion was cobbled together like a beggar's jacket. One part seemed to be made pieces of armor; armor he recognized as his own cast offs that had been up-graded through the decades. Another part looked to have been carved from the planet itself, as if a cave had risen from the surface just to help house him. Precious metals such as rinshate and gold comprised other parts while burlap cloth and even feathered wings peeked out at him. There wasn't a right angle anywhere and the top of the house ranged randomly from only a few feet from the ground to many stories high.

His home had been his security, his peace of mind and now it was in so many disjointed parts and pieces that he was afraid it might collapse in on itself at any moment. How had it come to this?

Kashik (Incubus)- Feathers. White feathers. They drifted down around Kashik as he hovered motionless among the stars. There shouldn't have been gravity, some recessed part of his mind noted, but it didn't distract him from the triumph, the sheer sense of victory that washed through him. The angels, those disgusting servants of greater beings, were all gone now. The white feathers around him were splashed liberally with gold, the color of the fluids that filled angelic bodies. There were feathers from every angel that had existed only a few...what, days? Hours? Minutes? Ago. He'd won. They were all gone. There was nothing to stand between him and the universe now. It was all his.

Niroc (succubus)- Niroc's brother, Rotciv, walked by her side through a long grey brick tunnel, carrying his sword. Demons filled the tunnel, all walking to and fro on their way to their destinations. Why she was in a tunnel, she didn't know or really care. She was there with her big brother who had taken care of her her whole life. Suddenly the ground started shaking. No one screamed but demons started running. She and Rotciv did the same. Soon the ground was shaking so violently that it seemed to roll like waves in an ocean and pieces of the tunnel began collapsing into the mass of pedestrians. Niroc ran as fast as she could but Rotciv had always been faster and soon he was pulling ahead of her. She called out to him to wait, to slow down, to help her, all in one wordless shout. But he hadn't heard her and before she could cry out again he was several yards in front of her and opening. She lost sight of him in the crowd once or twice and every time she found him again, he was even further ahead of her. "Wait! Kashik!" she cried. But he didn't stop.