You're Back, My Darling

What he saw was impossible—a figment of his imagination because no, Scott felt his soul being ripped apart. He couldn’t be back, not now and not ever. But then how could Scott explain the creature that was in front of him?It was the picture of a monster, and yet Scott felt tears of blood well up in his eyes, not from fear—no, nothing scared Scott Goldsmith—but from genuine despair and emotion because this ‘creature’ was wearing a painfully familiar outfit.The cloak was still red, of course it was, only a slightly deeper shade with fresh blood added to the mix, and it matched Scott’s own so perfectly. A black vest was torn in the front, a huge gaping hole leading straight into the monster's chest with splinters of wood wedged painfully in its skin. There was only one person he knew that had ever worn that outfit besides himself so many years ago, and that person was dead, staked through the heart, but what was this if not him?“Avid…?” Scott whispered into the wind desperately.<~~~~~>Or, Avid comes back as a demon two hundred years later, and they both have a lot of complicated feelings about it. Namely, the desire to finish what could've been