A man sighed heavily and adjusted his suit collar for probably the dozenth time. I have to go sooner or later, I suppose. He thought to himself. May as well just get this over with.
He walked down the rocky steps, deep down into the ground. He walked through the cavernous tunnels, following the torch lights for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he came to a door in one of the deepest, darkest parts of the labyrinth. Two heavily armed guards were standing at the door, and one nearby. The man nodded to the guard on the left, who nodded back and took out a key. The guard on the right spoke. "Be careful, and keep it short. This is a very dangerous man, you know."
The other guard opened the heavy door and the man walked in as he uttered under his breath, "Don't I know it…"
He walked in the room and the door shut behind him with a loud BANG. He breathed heavily as his heart raced, and beads of sweat began to form on his royal-blue face. He hoped he would never have to see this man again, yet deep down he knew this day would eventually have to come. He cleared his throat audibly and spoke after a moment's hesitation, making no movement. "You wished to see me?"
The man inside the cell made no movements at first. He was chained at both wrists, and chained to opposite walls. He was on his knees with his head down. Finally after several moments he spoke in a raspy voice. "Pierre… My best friend…"He lifted his head and Pierre could see his disheveled appearance, and even in the darkness, his dull yellow eyes, which had lost their luster since the last time Pierre saw him. Well, 15 years in prison- and hell's prison, at that- can do that to a man.
Pierre walked up to the cell bars, still a good 10 feet away from the face of the prisoner. "I am no longer your friend as much as you are no longer mine." He gripped the bars tightly, and his knuckles paled.
"Pierre, I must tell you… I have changed." He looked up into Pierre's eyes with a pleading look.
"I cannot believe that." Pierre stepped away, enraged. "You changed once before, it seemed. And look where we both are now." He was normally a very reserved person, but this was a unique instance for him to lose his temper.
"Pierre, please listen to me-"
"No!" Pierre shouted. "I won't. You're mad. How can I possibly believe you've suddenly changed?" He started to pace. "You killed my wife. You killed me. You nearly killed my daughter on several occasions. You've tried to kill your own sons, and you succeeded once! Your own offspring!" He was so furious his face was blackening as his blood flow increased. "And of course, there's much more you've done over the years." Pierre gripped the bars again. "I can't believe you've changed for the better. Not after everything you've done."
He turned and walked back to the door as his former king watched with sweat falling from his face and his heart racing in near disbelief. He clenched his wrists nervously and the chains tensed.
Pierre started to open the door, then paused. "Goodbye, Damien." The door swung shut with another loud BANG.