Well, I'm bored, so I'm gonna write a Kishuna fic with Metallica Lyrics! I rawk!

Limmeh-You certainly do.

Kishuna-...This...fic...will...suck...ass...

Jaffar-...second.

...shut up.

Darkness, imprisoning me

...Nergal...

All I remember, is Nergal and his evil ways. He gave me life out of the darkness of elder magic. He gave me a second chance...

That's what my friend was told, anyway.

Poor Renault, his emotions were toyed with by Nergal. He was led to believe that Nergal would bring his deceased friend from the dead. How wrong he was. He transformed me into a monstrosity, a living, breathing...Magic Seal...

The words sound dirty. I remember the description I overheard once. "Born out of heresy." That's what I am. Born out of heresy.

I feel the presence of non-Black Fang members approaching. Their essence is strong. I feel that I shall go and see what is happening.

All that I see, absolute horror

As I teleported myself onto the battlefield, my retainers appeared beside me. Morphs, they were, like myself, although they did not have my...unique...talent.

Aion seems to be leading the army today. Such a pity for him that I turned up. I do not mind though. I dislike Aion, he wishes only to further his own power. Maybe my appearance will be his undoing. Ah, I see him, he is very frustrated. He is trying to cast his petty thunder spells. Pah, he should know that when the the thing that's "born out of heresy" is in the surrounding area, no spell can be cast.

Yes, I see him now, cowering as a blue-haired warrior strides up to him, an axe wielded forcefully in his hand. He cleaves down, slicing the Sage in two pieces. His book drops from his hand. The man turns and sees me, and I am filled with a strange emotion. Not Hate, for I feel that all the time. I hate everything about this world, about myself, about the Black Fang. No, this is something I have yet to feel. Is it...fear of dying?

But then another youth appears and seizes the gate to the ruins. The blue haired youth turns around with a sigh and walks in his direction. I decide that I should leave the area just now. So I teleport away from the area.

I cannot live, I cannot die

I am now in a desert. I can tell by the amount of sand. It may be the Nabata Desert, and I feel that I know the reason. Everyone know about how magic users are able to traverse with ease. I feel that Nergal has sent me here to nullify a strong part of the blue haired youth's army. I think he may be worried about this group. I wish I wasn't here.

I wish I was dead.

Trapped in myself, body my holding cell

The people protecting me are dead. The cadre of youths and other people have taken care of them. They are in the room before the center room, containing myself and my guards. I shall die here, perhaps. But I no longer care.

The door opens, and I prepare myself for death.

But I disappear, teleported to safety.

It appears I shall be trapped forever.

I just want to be free. Is that not too much to ask?

FIN

Woah, that sucked ass!

Kishuna-...yup...

Jaffar-...told ya.

Well, lyrics from Metallica, One. Oneshot fic...blargh, it wasn't very good. I can't write seriously to save my life.