Chapter Two - Part One: Water

It was a hard landing as Hedzel Rematerialized mid-air, falling face first to the floor in front of His guest that resided in the dark room.
Daemon stood before Hedzel, His eyes looking down with a menacing grin escaping His tight lipped mouth.
"Welcome back, that was awfully quick wasn't it Hedzel, I almost started missing you."
Hedzel lay on the floor unsure what had happened, as He had not quite grasped the meaning of the sly and sarcastic remark made by His obnoxious guest.
"What happened to me?" Hedzel gasped out a word at a time, His mouth parched from the minuscule debris covering His mouth, each word escaping as if His mouth as a car trying to start with a sputter.
"The universe took you... And then, put you back, I find it quite funny when it happens and yet..."
Daemon stopped His sentence as if frozen in time trying to think of how to answer the rest of it.
Hedzel made His way up once again barely standing to His feet as He felt as though His legs were filled with apathy, they were lethargic at best as Hedzel found it very hard to move His legs as though His bones had been replaced by a heavy metal.
Grasping on with one hand to His pant leg and the other holding onto the counter top He made His way to the sink where He turned the water on.
Hedzel lurched forward as His body slumped onto the middle of the sink and putting all His weight down so He wouldn't fall to the floor as gravity would often send Him crashing down obviously not favoring Hedzel nor being concerned with His well being in the least.
He touched the water finding it slightly warm to the touch, it wasn't the cold wetness He had been hoping for but He would take it over nothing to wash the filth from His body.
Hedzel cupped His hands taking the water in and splashing some on His face letting it trickle down his chin and drip on His shirt but finding the liquid to become more Heavy and viscous as It was applied to His face.
The Debris had now started to cake and crust as if His skin had turned to clay clumping and pealing off as He try washing the substance off.
"There's nothing so sad than a person so desperately trying to wash their own filth off, you do realize no matter what you do you're never going to get clean on your own Don't you?"
It was a useless endeavored mission as Hedzel continued to try and brush the caked pieces off His face and head only smearing most of it around all the while softly and quietly sobbing from the ordeal.
This went on for quite a while until his head was so caked in the substance that if he had looked at Himself Hedzel would have seen a stranger rather than his face he once recognized.