Darkness of the Unknown

A young boy sat against a stone support, breathing slowly. His short, brown hair filled with dirt and blood. His eyes were staring into nothing, their once bright blue now a murky black. He wore black pants that turned blue near the knees and the few strips of cloth that remained of his white shirt. His sword, the Diviner Einherjar, lay by his right leg. He looked up towards the roof of his 'tomb', for lack of a better word, as the ceiling had collapsed just above the room's only exit.

"Was it all worth it?" He wondered as much to himself as to anything present. He stole a quick glance at a body in the corner of the room and shuddered.

'It's all over. Amazing, I can fight of demons and the Accursed no problems, but when it comes to saving my friends I fail miserably.' He thought miserably. He heard the sound of splitting rock, and saw his worst enemy rise from one of the piles of rubble that littered the room.

"You!" He yelled, grabbing Einherjar from his side and jumping to his feet. His foe chuckled, a pure voice you wouldn't expect from the most evil creature alive.

"Yes, Ein. Me!" The creature chuckled. "Me, Me, Me and Me!"

"I'll rip your bloody head off!" Ein yelled as he charged. The creature merely raised a hand.

"I think not." A blast of dark energy flew from the hand and slammed into Ein, sending him flying into the wall. The wall cracked and fell on top of him, effectively killing him.

In reality, in the far away realm of Asgard, the real Ein woke with a start.