Screaming Hell
I watched the throbbing wick burn beneath the heat of the indigo flame that was gradually burning it towards the end of its nonproductive life. Resting lifelessly beside it was my mahogany brown gold-plated sword scabbard. The single leather strap that normally held it securely around my waist laid across the dimly lit room folded in half, as if it had been a piece of expendable scrap material. Armor had been discarded just near the belt and was now in a heap of leather matter looking just as useless as the belt did. The diadem rested just next to my left arm reflecting my solemn face in its creamy lilac-tinted gem. My light-handled blade had been set next to my right arm, shining the unseen crystal tears which danced down my cheeks and onto the cold metal, blurring the mirrored image of myself. It didn't matter either way, for my eyes were closed and my mind throbbed with such a raging pain, it felt as though if I were to make any sudden movements of any kind, I would indeed die. Just as they all did . . .
Indeed my garments had not been carefully placed how they rested now. They had been shed from my body hastily as I had entered the room, seeking a release from the pain I was living through, minute by minute. Papers lay disarrayed upon my desk, along with a few glass bottles of dark pink vino. Alcohol. The one and only thing that seemed to free me from my own personal hell. Although they're all probably in hell now . . . that's what Folken-sama told me. All bad people go to a place called hell where the very air that surrounds you is hot enough to melt away your skin. I could only imagine what my loyal subjects were feeling now. All the torture . . . all the hurt.
They had been trained to be the best, next to myself. I disciplined them just as any good general would, and I never once dealt with them too harshly. They all caught onto fighting as if it were a natural talent hidden deep within them. Each of them had their weaknesses, which I made sure to test every chance I had. Eventually they were able to withstand my skill and they were put to work for our empire. I never thought the day would come when they would all fall simultaneously. They're skills were unmatched when it came to fighting the legendary white dragon, or so it seemed. They had held their ground against him before, of course, it had been with the aid of myself. This time I chose to watch them, and they all fell like flies. Indeed the dragon had gone insane and killed all of my soldiers. All the men I had worked so hard to train and teach. Every man I had poured my heart and soul into each day of their lives with me. The dragon killed them all as if none of that thought had ever flashed through its mind. These were my prizes- it was killing my pride and joy. It was killing a part of me as metal came crashing down upon metal, killing the living beings that dwelled inside at the moment. It was killing me more than them.
As I was taking in the events that were passing around me on the dead field, I could distinctly hear each and every
one of them yelling for me, screaming anguished cries for my help. They needed my help, but I was in too much shock to
even move. I couldn't believe that it was killing all of them, one after another they shouted for me, calling my name.
Surrounding me were their burning bodies, incinerating inside the metal that had failed to protect them from the white
dragon. Countless times did I hear the same call for me. Dilandau-sama, they screamed. In hell the must scream for me
now. Dilandau-sama, Dilandau-sama . . .
*Elemental Angel*
AN: Just a little something I wrote during science class. Makes ya wonder hehe.
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