Hate Japanese Dreams....

Man I had the freakiest dream ever. It was a bit like that anime movie Akira, but it's hard to explain.... Like, this fallen angel had sin in its life, and it was trying to redeem itself before it died so that it won't go to Hell. So a demon of temptation sliced it slightly with a sword and informed it that it was poisoned by the blow beyond repair. It's only hope was to become a true demon, and live on that way, since it was an infernal poison. In order to become a demon it must commit a great act of sheer malice. Enter protagonists: a young man and woman had just recently gotten married. The woman was a bit pushy, and the man was a tad mild, but they made a happy couple. Until, one day on the way to work, the man was bumped. He thought nothing of it, but soon a fleshy growth was growing and moving on his back. He didn't want to worry his wife, so he hid it from her for almost three days. That day, he didn't return from work. She saw on the news where a demon, her husband with this growth spread accross his body and wings, was creating demons that were plaguing the city. He would kill someone, then stitch them together like a doll. She was terrified by what she saw, and prayed to their family god for guidane. Suddenly, she was overcome with the spirit of the deity! It would help her, but needed sacrifice to come into this world. Her life was forfeit. In a mass of energy she was lifted off the ground and surrounded by a green matter, that soon formed a vaguely wolf-life form. She was half uncovered, sticking out of its torso. It dashed into the street, eyes mad, and met the man demon in a stare. By this time the wolf had grown through the long forgotten worship brought by witnesses of its might, and the woman was buried up to her neck. The man fought the growth long enough to say, "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to fight it. I just wasn't. Once the tail grows, I'll be dead within it." and cry a few tears with her. She replies, "It's alright sweety. It's okay. I'm sorry I chose to be little more than a corpse bride...." and she fell silent. As their respective entities grew over them, they fought as hard and long as they could to maintain control and stare at eachother. To afraid to approach and too weak to leave, they sat watching their spouse taken over. At the last moment, the girl, from her barely exposed mouth, cries "I love you!". There is no reply. Demons feel no love. The ensuing battle is short and brutal. The benevolent god, if you could even call it that, charges forward and whips around a long tail with a split, bladed end. The demon brings both arms, not entirely grown over with flesh blades, in a defence. The demon whips back to facing forward, and with the fall of one paw the demon is shattered. It falls to the street, looking something like a broken doll.