Exactly Like Me

Lionel didn't say a thing for a long while. He continued to look at the ground, his arms strapped around his body beneath his straitjacket. For a moment, it seemed as though he hadn't heard a single word that was spoken. 

However, a blood thirsty aura was slowly forming around him. 

Lionel's head tilted upward. Through the strands of his hair, one could finally just barely make out one of his eyes. It was a vacant pale green that seemed to stare at nothing and everything at the same time. 

The faint illusion of blood red wings spread to Lionel's back, the distorted image of a demon hanging around him. 

In just a few moments, those red wings formed into the image of a female angel. Her red wings wrapped around Lionel, her arms holding onto him tightly. 

It was just an illusion, but it seemed oh so real.