If my wishes came true, all of it would have been real.

In the midst of pure, unblending chaos, a young girl with nothing to lose but her limbs, sanity and soul, wandered through the streets of the city where she had spent almost half of her life. She was, undoubtedly, alive; and, yet, people around her seemed not to notice her presence, as if she were nothing more but an invisible ghost maundering among the living. The young girl did not seem to mind, she had grown used to it, after all.

Isolation, so magnificent in its nature but so dreadful when achieved.

The girl kept her gaze downcast, unworried by the possibility of bumping into anyone, since her existence appeared not to have been written in the Book of Life. She walked and walked, from one place to another, not stopping to take a breath, not stopping to think, and not stopping to live.

Perhaps, if her life had been different, -if her parents and sister had not passed away exactly four years ago, if she had not descended into the depths of pitiful depression and not raised back- maybe, she would have not been chosen by them to be their lab rat.

But all those things had, indeed, happened. And so the girl was awoken in the middle of the night by a man who did not look at all like one: Instead, he had big, gray horns curling in his head, dark purple skin that reminded her of an ugly bruise, and eyes as black as darkness itself. The girl screamed at the sight of the intruder, but the purple man was older, -much older than she would have believed-, and magical. It took him only a swift movement of his fingers, and the girl was muted. She could not talk, nor scream. Another puntual move of his fingers -which the girl had noticed were six instead of five- and the girl fell into a deep sleep.

Her last thought, even in the midst of her running thoughts, was that, perhaps, she would, at last, not wake up.

A young boy ran through the streets of London with such precision and agility that even Olympic champions would have been jealous. The boy rushed through buildings, jumped on roofs and fell from several floors down to the pavement of the streets. All while wearing a wide, wild and gleeful smile on his attractive face. If people could have seen past his magical glamour, there was no doubt that they would have stopped in their tracks just to stare at the beautiful, untamed boy with strange tattoos on his skin. But people could not do that, only few of them could, and they always pretended they didn't.

With a shining blade in hand, and moving as fast as the wind, the boy did not care about being invisible to the world. In fact, he relished it. The boy ran until he was short of breath, until his legs were already feeling the faint strings of painful excessive exercise, but his mind sharpened and focused on the figure he had managed to lead to a dead end. The boy raised his blade, the light coming from it beaming brighter, making the demonic creature shriek in fear. The young boy brought his blade down, hard and fast. The creature was able to curse the boy and his kind before the blade penetrated his chest, and the creature evaporated.

When there was nothing else there than the boy and his dirty blade, he turned around and began shouting his friend's name. Definitely waiting cheerfully to tell his friend all about his recent kill and brag about his skills.

The young girl was alive, but she didn't feel like it at all. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming, or if the nightmare was real. Regardless of her unknown reality, she could not open her eyes or mutter a word. He had made sure of it.

The two boys walked, slowly, side to side. Their feet moved on instinct and memory, guiding them to their house; the Institute. The young, wild boy accompanied his friend to his room and left him there to go to his own bedroom, to bathe. His clothes were covered in demon's blood, after all. And there were few things stinkier or stickier than demonic blood. He threw himself on his bed when his body was cleaned and let himself be taken to the realm of dreams.

While the boy dreamed of bravely defeating the demons his kind fought, the girl 'dreamed' of demonic cults, demonic circles and time travel.