Yes, he knew the voice. It had process through his mind as the voice contain to demand of his attention. Yet, he would not give into the voice's commands. He, instead, drifted throughout the darkness as the darkness caressed his slender body. Drifting amongst the aguish clouds, of which he could hear voices murmured and eyes watching him. As they very much did within the reality vicinity. Though now, it all seem more or less futile. His constant struggles between relationships and his goals. He very much drifted through the thought, drifted through the darkness and finally, had ultimately forsaken the light.
Luthor knew it now. The only question that now haunted him was; why had he not realized this sooner? The light had once held hope, had once held life but now, it instead held merely the shadow. Shadows of deceits, of a failed life, lost relationships, and especially his own compassion for everyone and anything. He found himself as he drifted amongst the nothingness. Luthor had found his destiny, had found his path. All this time it had been hidden. Now it shown vividly then anything he could have imagined.
All his surroundings, the darkness, the drift, had come to a final halt. He slowly descended to a firm ground. The young man stood for a minutes at a time, attempt to acknowledge what exactly was happening around him. Stairs began to clatter around him. One by one they began to drop. All landing with a big thud and great massive amounts of movement from the ground, or at least he thought it was the ground, and ascended throughout the dark. The stair steps echoing mockingly throughout himself. Still, he stood. He did not flinch, he did not breathe, he did not gasp, he did not even attempt to make sense of what was happening. Instead, Luthor followed. As the stairs began to ascend throughout the place. Beginning the rise upwards, descend downwards, mark their appearance beneath another.
"Luthor," echoed a voice. Perhaps the familiar voice he had heard earlier but it was faint. Barely audible but nevertheless, there. "Luthor...Lex." It had announce his first name but he had ignored it. He knew what he had to do. Or did he really?
Lex Luthor took a step forward. He stood upon the solemn stair platform and looked about. He couldn't exactly see what else there was within the dark but the stairs. For the stairs themselves casted a peculiar white glow. Luthor, however, did not choose to question it, once he had found the platform to be safe he began to ascend the stairs. His footsteps sung throughout but he did not listen.
"I'm here, right?" his own voice questioned as he proceeded. "I'm alive, am I not?"

As he would like an answer to his question, he received none what so ever. The reason only subsiding with the solemn fact, that there was no one to answer his question. There was no soul, no animal, no human to rush to his demands, his commands, his questions. No one. He was in the abyss of absolute nothingness. And still yet, it felt right.
Indeed, he began to tire of his pursuit of answers and questions but as he stopped he knew but one thing. He knew of only one choice; to pursue his questions or fall victim to the light. Luthor edged himself slowly towards the peak of the stair step, and gazed over the side. A dramaturgic fixture of light shot out at him, as though it were signally to him. As if to say; "Come to us. Come to me. Let yourself free. Let yourself wander." After a long time of debate, he took another step forward.
Almost spontaneously, the stairs one by one began to crumble and fall. Luthor began to run ascending each step, watching carefully as he jumped from one to another. They began to catch up to him. The stairs, broken, shattered, and condescending to a downward spiral. Lex glanced at the stair step beneath his feet, it quickly began to shatter. It shuddered violently and in a loud explosion, flew from beneath him. Leaving him to fall back towards the light. He shouted, but it had been for nothing. For his own shout had defied him and casted him into the vivid imagination.
"Welcome back, Mr. Luthor," said yet another familiar voice. Why? Why and what made him unable to recognize these voices? These voices that came one after another. All attacking him while he was down. "Wake up, Lex. Wake up Luthor!" The voice was becoming restless, more demanding. More dominate.

But, where was he? Where was Luthor? He couldn't find himself, he couldn't see himself. He couldn't see the light, he couldn't see the tint of darkness. Was he finally dead?