Author's Notes: Thank you so much to pure as liquid light. First review! YAY! Yeah, you are absolutely right. This next chapter is from the demon's POV. I've got up to chapter six already typed up, so I'll probably be updating once a day till there.So here you are, pure as light; chappy two.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam.
Chapter Two
"I am a nothing, I am worse than a nothing, I do not exist"
"Again"
"I am a nothing, I am worse than a nothing, I do not exist"
"Of course. Remember that. You are lucky that I do not simply kill you."
"Yes my Dank-reah-nen."
"You are excused."
I stood, bowed, and waited until my master, the Dank-reah-nen; left to stand up. Unfolding my body from the bow sent a shockwave of pain up my spine.
Even Nonentities feel pain, I thought sarcastically.
I am a Worse Than Nothing, a Sen-oh-dank. Simply put, I am below the bottom of the food chain, less than a slave. My existence is not recognized anywhere in Dehouen. I am marked with the Dank-reah-nen's symbol, a tattoo on my wrist and around my waist. I am abhorred by all that have a Rank. My sole purpose is to be the demon punching bag for the Dank-reah-nen. Among other things.
I limped out of the main chamber and down the hall towards the water room. I took all of my injuries into account as I pumped water into a bucket. The Dank-reah-nen had been especially cruel today. The bleeding welts on my back that he had put there with a whip felt very deep. Wincing as I ran the water over my back, cool streamers down my chest, licking my wounds, fighting back the fiery pain that threatened to consume. I wondered who had pissed him off. I wondered if that person had any idea what happened to me because of them. Stop. It is your only purpose to bear the beatings of the Dank-reah-nen. Why me. I can't help these thoughts, they come, even if I don't want them, they come! Why! WHY? What the HELL did I ever do?
The bucket falls, water spills across the floor. It soaks my feet, it spreads like a disease. The water upsets me, I just don't know why. It shouldn't, but it feels as though it is too much, the weight, the pressure, the air, is just too much. And then the Goddamn FUCKING water spills! A tear escapes… NO… I can't… But once I start, I cannot seem to stop. All seeming so…unreal. Flooding tears now… So unlike the water… They do not soothe the pain… they burn worse… I am drowning in the burning… falling… Blackness.
