Traitorous
Dread welled up within my chest with each step I made down the once unassuming hallway. The dark aura pressed down on me so heavily it was as if the gravity itself was attempting to force me into the floor.
"Lucifer, what is this.... This weight, this feeling?" I asked as I struggled to force myself on.
"It is a defense mechanism that you have likely passively conditioned through the several encounters we've had up to now." He answered cautiously.
"Explain it to me." I demanded as I fought the urge growing within my heart to flee and hide.
"No time. Focus on fighting the feeling and get to the source of it. You can do this, Desmond." Lucifer diverted, encouraging me to stay on task.
My muscles soon began to strain under the weight as I continued my trek slowly and cautiously. I began to sweat as I considered what I might need to do when I finally found the source of this aura.