Waking up in somewhere you don't know is one of the most terrifying things that exists. Even for me, and damn, I have been through a lot in my life, moments like this, that I could never get used to. I wanted to stay in control and waking up chained in a dark place stripped me of that.

As usual, it was confusing at first, but I could feel the fear coming and growing as I noticed the cuffs in my wrists, but chains added to them, tying me down to the ground, in a way I wasn't able to move too much. It was dark enough to make my eyes stay wide open, the heat making me feel disoriented and tired, not to mention the headache and it felt like I had the worst hangover ever.

Huh… my brothers would surely sit down for an entire day listening to me lecturing them. I have GPS in my phone for a reason and they were taking too long to find me.

I couldn't say how many hours had passed until I finally heard something. Didn't know what, but I tried to call its attention. Screaming, of course. What else could I do? But nah, nothing happened, and I just dried out my throat. I could feel my lips chapped and I could use a big glass of cold water in that unbearable heat, but not a single soul came to check on me. The clock kept ticking, though, and I cant say for sure how many times I slept and woke up, and still no one to be seen around.

At least it was silent and any noise could be heard, just like the metallic sounds I started hearing after a while. Steps, maybe? High heels? I didn't know. The only thing I knew was my wish to bargain my way out of there or to keep busy whoever was coming towards me until my brothers came. It was still dark, so I could barely see the person even though I knew he or she stopped right in front of me. It bothered me I couldn't hear the breathing, given the complete silence that was yet to be broken.

When he started speaking, his voice was low and deep. I could feel a bit of superiority and cynicism, even though it made me get goosebumps. Maybe I could make my way out trying to fight him? Let him speak about himself, brag and get any chance I can? Tempting.

"Hope you enjoyed your long sleep, little human"

That voice was so familiar. For some reason, I linked that voice to a face in my head and it wasn't what I expected. Was I dreaming? Well, maybe it was the heat, and I was finally hallucinating.

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"Hell" the voice was in a calm tone and it didn't even come to his mind that I would not believe that. I could do nothing but to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Hell? Really?" I stopped laughing after a while. "Okay, is this some kind of prank?"

"You wish it was a prank. I think you slept for long enough to forget what happened. Or maybe was I too rough on you with the torture?" He started circling around me, slowly and his voice was still calm "You know useful things for me, but still refuses to cooperate"

"Alright, where is everybody? You can show up now, guys. Its not funny."

He sighed, showing he was getting impatient "Why do you humans have such a fragile mind?" I felt him pulling me up, his grip in my arm so tight I bet he had the strength to easily break it. The chains were loosened from the ground and he started taking me somewhere.

Rather rough, the way he was conducting me barely gave me room to walk, so he was practically dragging me over wherever he wanted to. I tried breaking free from his grip, but damn, that man was strong.

I could see a faint white light coming from the end of the corridor and as we got near it, it almost burnt my eyes. For a while I didn't realize that there was no floor below us and when I did, I almost fainted. I hate heights, and yet it seemed that there was nothing but him stopping my immediate fall.

It seemed we were above a big desert, and I could see some crude constructions around, all really weird looking. There was a better-looking tower nearby, another one in the distance, and I could see some small dots moving in the sand. It was all starting to be familiar to me, as if I had been there before, and I kept eyeing everything without a single word from the man holding me up.

I dared look behind me when he put me to solid ground, finally having a notion of the one that had been talking to me this whole time and I froze. There he was, the guy in my dreams, the guy I linked the voice to, and then… Memories. From all of that. From all that I've been through there, from all that I knew... And then it hit me hard.

Shit, everything he was saying was true.

"So, do you remember it now? Or do you need to have your memory refreshed?"

I froze and not a single word could leave my mouth. I couldn't recall how long I had been there, but all the pain from all his torture was now well alive in my head. And here I thought I already knew all kinds of torture from back in the day…

He dragged me back to where I was when I woke up, securing the chains back to the floor and just dropping me on the ground. I was too scared to even react, "I already let you sleep for longer than I should've. I offer you the same thing: you can tell me what I want, or I can just keep with the torture. Your call."

"What will you do if I tell you?" I tried to mask the fear in my voice "I've met guys like you. The moment I open my mouth you'll kill me"

"I have some decency, human, and I keep my words. Maybe there can be a reward for the information, if it helps"

"I don't think your words worth that much since you are a Fallen" I was starting to remember what he wanted "If what I can recall now is true, I've been here for a long while and haven't said a word, so... Why don't you just go ahead and kill me? Is not that it will change the outcome for you anyway."

There was one thing I've learned that is when your captor wants some information from you he won't kill you unless he gets the information by other means. And for what I could remember, his clock was ticking and no one else knew what I knew.

I couldn't see him well, but I knew he was with his closed fists, holding the urge to hit me or anything. But he was still a bit patient, so he just controlled his anger and walked away.

As he left, there was no need for me to hide the pain I was feeling anymore. As the memories were coming back, I remembered him healing me as I was drifting in an out of consciousness, after all he didn't want me to die, but even though the wounds weren't there anymore, the pain was still present.

After my mind was fully aware of what happened, the sadness hit me. It seemed that it was harder this time. Earth was destroyed, humans were annihilated and, apparently, I was the last one, and, as so, I had lost my brothers.

Why was I keeping the information from him anyways? He'd be doing me a favour in killing me. I had nothing to go back to, and in no way I would accept his offer to whatever he would say, probably to become one of his servants, and if so, I'd rather die. Keeping it from him was just making me suffering worse.

I was once just a normal human, with my life, my family, friends, and my ordinary life that I liked pretty much, but I always had these weirdest dreams, as if I had been watching or playing fantasy fiction for five days straight and couldn't get it out of my head, but after all this mess happened I realised that those weren't dreams and everything was really happening. Therefore, I knew that that guy was going to die and obviously he would do anything to prevent that from happening.

How he knew that I knew he would die, or that I, a random human, knew anything at all was what surprised me. Maybe I was market or something? I didn't know and couldn't think anymore once I couldn't stay awake for much longer. Being on such hot ground and with that much pain wasn't doing me any good. I felt weak, blacking out for twice or three times, to pass out on the fourth.

It must've happened the other times, but now, I realised how vivid some of those dreams were, as if I was living them, or maybe it was just my past feelings, since all of that conversation with the guy from before came in again, and more torture, as usual. I dreamt about other things as well, I knew I had, but by the time I woke up I was so tired that I couldn't keep my mind on track, as if I was under anaesthesia and wasn't able to control myself, and usually there were only fragments that I couldn't put up together to build something concrete, but kept thinking about them just so I wouldn't forget.

Perhaps because it was something that was about to happen anytime soon, I kept seeing that guy's death, Abaddon by the way, over and over. It was something pleasant to watch, not gonna lie, and knowing that it would truly happen? Gee, I wish I could see it in person, I bet it would be even better seeing him getting his mouth shut.

Then I saw myself, something like a red and purple light around me and it felt different, as if there was something happening to my body, and it certainly was. Felt just like what I could feel from Abaddon, some strange form of power that could make me flinch at first sight. Maybe that one was really only a dream? That I would never be able to know.

The next fragment was of someone that I couldn't see too well to tell any features that would distinguish the person besides the shoulder-length black hair and this deep male voice, that was doing his best to fight something way bigger. Even though he looked back over his shoulder sometimes, his eyes directly staring at me, I couldn't see his face properly, and even though I was lying to myself, I treated it like just a dream once more. It would be better for my mental health if I didn't let those dreams get in my mind more than they already were.

The second time I drifted off to sleep, though, I saw my brothers and the only thing I felt was pain. Not physical, but the one that couldn't be healed, the one you feel in your heart. As the memories came, and I believed more and more in what Abaddon was saying, I could only dream about a thousand of ways that they may have died of since Earth was taken by the demons. How long have they survived? Did they look for me?

The dream was happy, though. We were in a pretty backyard; sat on the greener grass I had ever seen. I was in between them, both hugging me, and it felt like home. We were just making small talk as they updated me on their lives and even though I knew it would make me feel sad and worse, that one I tried to believe to be a "vision", as Abaddon put it once, and hope that, somehow, everything awful that happened to Earth and my life would come to a sense.

But dreams can turn into nightmares, and this one was a very brief. There was a voice, talking directly to me, saying that now that I was aware of everything, my life would change completely and not for the best. The voice, despite calm and soothing, also had this chilling aspect to it and inspired fear, caution, making me have an urge to step back and go away. As he finished with a "see you soon", the fragment ended and I woke up, Abaddon patiently waiting in front of me, arms crossed.

"Ready for an agreement?"

Great…

I could just kill myself right there.