A/N: Perhaps there's a slight OOCness, but it's my plot! Characters belong to JKR

Weak, why did I become this weak? But I'm dead now, what does it matter being weak or strong anymore? It's because of that filthy girl! It's all her fault!

He remembered her kind smile of sympathy, herself standing before him with white light radiating from every inch of her body companied with pearly chariots waiting for her. It irritates him but at the same time it was glued on his mind.

Ugh! Go away! Stop smiling! He lashed at the air but there was really nothing there.

Anger started to eat his sadness away, chewing its way to madness.

I'll kill that girl! I'll have her tortured…

His rage transformed to obsession, a desire to kill and there was a new feeling of hope, but it only made him more deranged. His eyes widened and he chuckled softly, and then before he knew it, it was as if the devil himself controlled him like a puppet. Riddle fractured to insane laughing, the laugh of the devil. He got his evil mind back. He slowly stood up and roared in the dark, "I won't be tortured! But I will torture! I'll face Hell myself!"

"Do you really think you can do that?"

Riddle jumped at the familiar voice. He did not want to look, he did not want to care who it belonged to. "So Riddle, should I take you there and make you leader?"

Make me leader?

"Why hesitate, isn't that what you want?" Said the voice, Riddle turned around to see.

"You" Riddle growled, almost inhuman. He sauntered forward at his father and whispered, "Is that a vow?"

Mr. Riddle smiled at his son, "I'm sure you would like it. You are able to I presume? I saw your excessive…determination"

Riddle smirked, "But is it a Vow?"

His father smirked back and said, "If I make it a vow, and if you fail, you would spend your eternity there. I ask you to reconsider. So far you only saw a preview of the place and I made it seem mild."

Riddle gulped and his hands grew cold, that preview was mild?!

"Surely, you are powerless without your wand. The creatures there have brute strength, not to mention…their size. You're an insect to them."

Suddenly Riddle's hope and willpower were drained and his cheeks grew pale.

Without waiting for his son's response Mr. Riddle suddenly held his hands up and muttered something and as he said the foreign words, the grass glowed right where his hand hovered above the spot. But Riddle didn't care to notice what his father was doing his groping fear nailed his legs on the spot.

A red arch arose from the ground, emitting a gust of hot wind. His father turned to him and said, "Well Riddle, best of luck in there. Go on, be a leader."

He snapped his fingers and the arch sucked the air from the dark place. Riddle felt his feet skidding backwards. "Wait! What are you doing?!" He panicked.

"This is the entrance to Eternal Torture. Good luck son!" Laughed Mr.Riddle.

"Wait, No! Dad-"He lost his balance and stumbled, which caused him to be sucked in faster. He glanced at the hell behind him; the burning red sky seemed to glower back down at him.

Then he remembered being burned in fire and the endless agony beyond endurance, and that was mild…

His feet now touched the ground of Hell and his shoes instantly turned to ash. The cracked blackened ground of Hell was a sea of heat and Riddle struggled to stay in the dark place.

He tried clutching the grass outside yet it only pulled off the ground as he was dragged in faster.

"Stop it! Close the gate!" He yelled, but his father only stared down at him with almost no pity. The gate was slowly closing and Riddle's body was halfway in Hell. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape from it, then in a matter of seconds, only his hands are left, then the gate slammed shut.

No…

A/N: This chapter is meant to be short. So yeah… SORRY IF I KEPT YOU WAITING!!!