Prompt: Box

Character: Endymion

He thought he was dead when he woke up.

It would have explained the box he was in, not to mention the strange surroundings and the weird new something he felt pulsing through his body.

But dead things didn't pulse.

He flexed a hand and a dark thrill raced through his prone body.

He took a deep breath and a thousand demons howled in his veins.

It felt right.

Like one of the undead, he rose from that box into the arms of the woman who would proclaim him prince of Hell.