Hell
teardropangel
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He was dead.
Yes, that half-wit brother of his had finally erected the nerve to finish him off. He would have congratulated his brother if not for his dilemma.
He was in hell.
The pain was sharp and constant. His mind simply refused on its own accord not to slip away into oblivion.
He commanded his eyes to open, and after a few moments of obstinate dissension, the muscles there obeyed his order. His cold blues eys met those of a woman's. The purple eyes-human eyes-hovered over him.
"So, you're finally awake, are you?"
Yes, Knives firmly decided, he was definately in hell.