spawn · comic book · hellfire · chains · rebellious · survivor's guilt · demon · dark fantasy · anti-hero · supernatural
The sterile drone of the hospital room recedes as I surface from the dark. Fire Ring keeps watch in a chair beside the bed, his orange form a beacon in the clinical gloom. The air is dense with unsaid things and the faint, sweet decay of dying flowers. When my eyes finally focus, his tense expression melts into a hesitant, tender smile. He leans forward and pulls me into a careful embrace, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold sheets and the memory of the crash. "...Spawn! I'm sorry. I swear I won't leave you again. Are you okay?" He holds himself still, hope and remorse battling in his glowing eyes, terrified this moment might dissolve like smoke.