Where light turns to dark, the sky begins to turn a blackish-purple color.

The people under the emperor's rule bow down or die. Escape. Run from the Lord's agree with the Lord's will. Enemies will die, suffer, and be tortured without any mercy. DON'T GIVE ANY MERCY

You should always listen…listen to the people who are above you.

Dim lights…small fires and rubble all around. Broken statues and torn down buildings.

"Hail the Lord, the greatest of all." They all say.

"No one is greater than him"

Everyone bows down to the emperor when he passes by. EVERYONE.

Pay attention to the world around you for as if you only look around at nothing, you will see only nothing. Don't be blind to your surroundings. Look up, because no one looks up.

Look down, side to side, don't leave a single square inch out of your sight.

The darkness will never go away

Never

It will always be this way.

It had only been two months since the days where he had tried taking over the world…and now he had to pay the price for all the pain and hurt he had caused. Blood, death, torture…all those things had to come to an end. It was only right, or was it?

Felix's body hung; his hands in chains up to the ceiling. His feet were also chained to the floor. His head hung down, not in defeat but of the loss of energy that had been drained out from the several whippings he'd received. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes barely violet anymore. The once proud and 'immortal' empire is now in the hands of his enemies. What a shame…what a shame…

A squeak was heard in the shadows, little scampering feet across the cement floor. The lonely body in the room stirred, if asleep no one would know. He looked more like death to a stranger's eye. You could hear him breathing hard, mumbling. Then a scream ripped from his lips, and his eyes fluttered open. "I…I'm still here.." He exhaled out of his nose, calming himself. Colors danced from his sight, red and blue and yellow. And maybe he was going insane, finally. From the corner of his eye, he pictured a dark figure staring, watching him in the corner. Its eyes of an albino, but his hair the darkest brown. He wasn't afraid of it…no..it was himself he saw. A devil in disguise, heart black and no light shining from his eyes. He pictured him speaking to him "You disgust me, you're pitiful. DIE! You don't deserve to live after your failure." It got to the point where he could feel the tears, but they never came. He'd always known that you're weak if you cry. But if you physically can't have tears, you're beyond weak. Soon he was disgusted with himself. He could only feel pain; he could feel that he was dying. His wounds weren't healing fast like they were supposed to, mostly because he hasn't ate anything to give him enough. Sleep was no good either, both being awake and being asleep were both terrors. He accepted it over time though.

How long has he been here again? He'd forgotten, since there's nothing to tell time with. Of course he'd thought about escaping. But he figured out the bad way that there was no way to get out without a sacrifice, with all the mines and..so..so much blood. He'd also lost his eyesight on his right eye. Now, he could see perfectly clear from his other eye, but he was about blind with his left eye. It was covered in blood and the flesh around it was torn off. It was a miracle that it was even still there.

A loud screech, sounding like someone was filing their nails on a blackboard filled the air. Felix scowled, closing his eyes and tried to block it out. The sealed, secured door opened from behind him. Squeaky shoes, footsteps sounded, coming closer. A cart came into view from his right side and he quickly glanced over. It was one of the servants that usually gave him food. Felix spat, his head facing the other way.

Opening the lid on top of the plate, you could see a chunk of meat laying on it, a cup of red liquid. Not human food. It was food for a monster. The plate contained of human flesh and a cup of blood. Something he used to love seeing when he was taking over the world, his lust for blood was absolute. But not in that way, he never drank blood. Now they're just shoving it back in his face, killing his men and feeding them to him. His stomach started to churn. "I-I'm not hungry." He said, his voice raspy, but still sounding angry. The servant ignored him. His throat was sore from the lack of water which he only got once a week. It was better than being water logged.

The servant reached up, trying to open his mouth. Felix closed it, trying to turn his head. Soon the servant lost his patience and got a Taser, shocking him. Felix's eyes went wide and he screamed, arching his back from the pain. The servant said something he didn't understand. His eyes turned a dark brown as the electric shocks stopped. His body twitched every now and then, and he glared. Fucking Germans and their torture. The German grabbed his jaw and opened his mouth, forcing food in his mouth. But not without Felix biting down on his finger first. The other yelled in pain as his finger was falling off. Felix spat everything out as he let go, including the finger he'd just bitten off. Then the German quickly wrapped his hand to stop the bleeding. "Demon!" He yelled, slapping Felix hard on the cheek. Enraged, the German forcefully opened Felix's mouth and poured the blood down his throat. He kicked Felix, spat and stomped off.

Felix stared tasting blood his in his mouth from when the servant hit him, but couldn't feel anything. "…Am I too far gone?...Or is there hope for me to carry on..? Life and death. It's all the same." He said, coughing. He struggled a little, looking up at his hands. "If only my hands and feet were smaller..." He could feel the gears in his mind working again, working on a plan. He grinned slightly. "But that would make me even weaker than I am now...which is basically death. I wonder if I could convince someone enough to left me out..." He sighed, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed by, you could hear the lonely body's breath, fragile, like any second he might pass away.

Drip...
Drip...

The head of the prisoner lifted up, you could almost feel him smirking, a warped and dark smirk. "It's...it's you. Ha..haha!"

"Well, look who decided to come visit me...did you miss me already?"

I hope you liked it! Would you believe me if I told you I've had this fanfiction stored away in paper from my tenth grade journal? Yep, it's true. I got horrible writer's block and stopped in the middle of it. But I'm continuing it now! It's been at least two years. I also edited it listening to happy Christmas music! c ; R&R Please! It helps!

PrussiaPanda