Light. Light was all I could see. He fucking did kill me, my brain was screaming at me. I couldn't really hear over the static buzzing in my ears. Not that it really mattered, I couldn't even remember who this 'he' my brain kept telling killed me was. I listened to the annoying buzzing, no, not buzzing, It was ringing. "If this is death, than I hate it" I groaned. Pushing myself to my feet, I went to lean against a wall for support, but found myself falling over instead. Oh yeah, that's right, I wasn't even in a room. Hell, there wasn't even a floor. Looking up, I let out a sharp wince of pain. The floorless and wall-less white space around me was not helping my headache.
"Zilla Donal, never thought I'd see you here." A calm voice said from behind me, making me yelp and look over my shoulder in surprise. Ignoring the burning headache that moving so sharply had caused, I waited for my eyes to adjust to seeing colours other than pure white and my black clothes (I could see my skin of course, but that wasn't much help considering my skin was naturally white. After my sight went back to a steady state, I saw a figure form in front of my eyes. I had to hold back a gasp of awe, which was saying a lot since to me, nothing but death and chaos was beautiful. In front of me was a man with skin equally as pale as mine, but his hair was pure black, reaching to his well-toned shoulders. His eyes were an eerie coloured light blue. He was wearing simple thin grey wizarding robes, which I recognised as silk of some kind, and was barefoot.
Snapping out the stupid thing called awe, I remembered who I was. Zilla Bridget Donal. Also known as Silver Death, my beautiful dark witch name I had created for myself. I was fifteen years old, and one of the most powerful dark witches to ever live. I was an ex slythern at Hogwarts School of Witchery and Wizardry, and part of one of the most powerful pureblood families. But I couldn't remember why I was here. Or who put me here. I certainly didn't know where I was, but my annoying brain (oh god I'm starting to hate that thing when it's not being helpful and giving me knowledge) kept insisting it was called eternity. And then the word, curse my brain, slipped out of my equally annoying mouth. "What is eternity?"
I scowled when the man, who seemed a year or two older than myself, smirked. "This is eternity. A prison for the darkest witches and wizards. Even Azkaban is nowhere near as horrible a fate."
"Am I dead?" My mouth acted on its own again. I was starting to wander if I should be asking if I'm on bloody truth serum.
"No. This is much worse than death"
This time, I think my personality actually managed to get a word in. "Fuck"
The man just laughed at that, which I of course, responded to by glaring at him. "Who are you?" I demanded, my glare not wavering at all.
"Javed, Guardian of Eternity."
I rolled my eyes. Oh great, that helped. Not.
He snickered and I looked at him with confusion on my face.
"I can hear anything you think. And I'm sorry it didn't help"
"Are you really sorry?" I asked sarcastically, finally managing to get to my feet.
"Nah" He said simply, still smirking at me.
"So this is eternity, eh?" I asked as if I was just talking about the weather.
"Yeah."
We stood there, taking one another's appearance in, before Javed (I think that was it, my ears were still ringing with static when he said his name) broke the silence. "Of all people, why did it have to be you who came here?" the guardian sighed. I just scoffed at that.
"What, I'm not good enough for your company?"
He chuckled slightly at my reply and then sighed again. "You're one of the most powerful witches that have ever existed. I've been watching from here." He said.
Geez, that's not creepy at all. Oh fuck, wait, he can read my mind. Grrrrrr
He laughed at me for that. "I'm not a stalker, Zilla." The man said. I still didn't believe him. This time I sighed and looked at him with a bored expression.
"Wanna explain some shiz to me?"
"Sure."
The next hour or so was both boring and interesting. He went over the basics of eternity and how it was basically living hell (which I responded to as 'So basically normal life as it is?"), how I wouldn't age, and how that if I died, I would come back to life. By the end of his explanations, I was almost asleep. And then, I felt a sharp electric shock on my arm. Looking up quickly, I noticed that the scenery had changed to an eerie forest background. Oh yeah, he explained this. The white room was just the entry to eternity. Looking around, I had to admit that the scenery was quite beautiful. Save for the fact that I know remembered him telling me about the monsters that lived within here. Damn.
"Welcome to the prison called eternity." He snickered from somewhere behind me.
"This doesn't seem all that bad" I mused. He looked at me with an expression that made me knew that he hadn't told me something important. So of course, I responded with a glare that obviously said 'Tell me now'.
"For the others who were here, it was worst."
Two parts of that sentence caught my attention. "The others? Other people are here?"
He shook his head. "No. Their souls died. A horribly fate. When their souls die, so do their bodies."
I decided not to even question that, and instead focused on the second thing I had noticed. "Why are you being so nice to me? You said earlier that your job was to punish me for my crimes."
He stayed silent and just stared at me. After all while he finally broke the silence. "You will find out in time."
Authors Note: Hi guys, hope you liked the second chapter. It's not the best, but like I said last chapter, once all the fluffy explanations are over, It will get better,
