I woke up floating in the middle of darkness. I knew my eyes were open but I couldn't see anything but the abyss of black. For a second, I feared I had gone blind before a realization came upon me.
"I'm dead." I whispered to myself as tears started to fall down my cheeks.
I couldn't remember how it happened. All I could remember was the searing pain that had imprinted itself on my brain, a pain that I couldn't pinpoint no matter how much I concentrated. Was this the afterlife? An endless pit of darkness and a memory of the pain.
I brought my hands up to wipe the tears that had started to form in my eyes and saw the dull, translucent red of my ethereal fingers. I spread my fingers in front of my face and studied them, the temptation of color giving them the center of my attention. My slim, long fingers were (as I could tell) the same as from when I was alive.
A low hum made its way into my ears as my hand started to gain substance and becoming increasingly opaque. A light suddenly flashed in front of me and I looked up to see a purple eye that was larger than my head hovering before me. It's pupil a thin slit like a reptile. It blinked and stared at me, it's silent gaze only slightly unnerving. Under normal circumstances, I would've been shocked and frightened of something as abnormal as a floating eyeball but I felt nothing. Just the feeling of emptiness that came with the abyss.
"Fury..." An unearthly voice boomed in my ears, causing them to ring as the eye looked me up and down. "I feel it..."
Another eye opened next to the first eye and another and another until six eyes stared down at me. Rings of what looked like purple fire licked the air from around the eyes. I stayed silent as the eyes refused to break eye contact with me.
"Mortal..." The voice from before rang in my ears, "You desire vengeance..?"
Something inside of me stirred and my throat started to get tight, "Who are you?"
A chuckle reverberated off the sides of my skull, "I go by many names: the Fell Dragon, Death Incarnate, Master of the Fallen..."
Deep inside of me, fear started to bubble up as the unknown entity began to rattle off name after terrible name until he stopped on a final name.
"...but you may call me Grima. Lord Grima. Now, like I asked you..." the eyes came closer and the fire around them flared up, "Do you desire revenge?"
"I... don't know."
The fire flared up even more, the fire reflecting the rage from the voice, "Do not try to fool me! Your soul is the color of fury!"
"Fury?" Suddenly my head felt like it was being ripped apart. Images of red flew through my vision as I felt warmth down the right of my torso. I looked around to see myself on the ground in the dimly lit alleyway of a city. The sound of cars passing by on the road and the steady pouring of rain deafened me to the rest of the world. The lights of the main road cast an ominous shadow around the hooded figure standing in front of me, a knife clutched in their left hand.
It hurt to breathe, every breath feeling like I was inhaling broken glass. I looked down at my chest to see blood flowing over my hand, which clutched a stab wound on my torso. In the top of my vision I could see the hooded figure walking closer until they knelt in front of me.
They set the blade against my neck and my Adam's apple rubbed against the blade as I gulped for air like a fish out of water. The stranger's face was covered with a large scarf, their forehead and their shockingly blue eyes were the only things I could see.
"I loved you." The feminine voice said as she reached to remove her scarf... only for the vision to cease.
"No!" I yelled as I reached out for the memories that weren't there. My feelings that had somehow disappeared after I woke up here started to come back as I turned to Grima. "Give me my memories back! You have them, you bastard!"
Grima laughed, his sounds of amusement bouncing off the inside of my skull only served as kerosene for the fire of rage I was feeling.
"There's the fury I was looking for! You will be worthy of the power I bestow to you!"
Just before I could yell where he could stick his power Grima disappeared and the void turned warm. Confused, I tried to move only to find I didn't have any room.
Great, now I'm stuck in a box. I thought sarcastically, The afterlife is so fun! What is with religions making it out to be so amazing? This is such bullshit!
A/N: This is a rewrite of the first chapter The Will of the Fell. I plan on redoing chapter two and I plan to continue the story from where I left it off. Might rewrite the other chapters but I doubt it.