This is just a prologue of sorts, the only part in first person. To be honest, I was ina right bitchy mood and needed to get it out of my system. I realise the lack of different wording is there nods to the first review but it was delibrate.

I was in a similar mode myself, other words beyond hate just didn't exist.

It picks up from the next chapter, he's still moping a bit like but not to the same degree, he's got a compainion at his side, a cormfort for his pain if you will, I do also warn it was a losing battle to be let to have spacing.

Fallen to the pits of Hades

Prologue - Welcome to hell

You know life, fate; whatever you decide to wrap around the infinity, for all these things you wrought, I hate you.

Seriously, I hate you with every scrap that might be left of my heart and soul.

You tore my life away, literally, I watched in her throes as you laughed at my expense as the welcoming arms of death that should never have approached me came forth.

There was nothing wrong with me being immortal originally and now you have thrown new cards to the table.

Hate you, hate you, and hate you with everything that is still I!

Before all this when I was alive, well more than I am now, you didn't like a mortal with the life of a God did you? Out with it, you really hated the fact I was a hiccup in your little plan didn't you? Why did it have to be me? Surely there are plenty of other bumps to whack back down into hell's inferno.

I can't see the daylight anymore; it along with the burn and lust to soothe my hunger is the only pain you let me feel. I can't touch, feel, I can barely smell or hear beyond what substance you are forcing me to live upon. Sure I have night sight now but it's not that great given what you did.

You're laughing as I think this aren't you? Looking down at me, gloating in amusement to the torment, to this death sentence.

You're not gonna let me go either, you're gonna rebind me to the time's hands while I live in the torment of what you force me to do. I don't WANT to kill them do you understand? I want to live but I don't want anyone else to suffer like you're forcing me to.

My hatred of your existence burns like the pits of Hades.

Unless I take their heads, they'll catch the disease you inflicted on me eons ago. You'll make them drive without the limited thought you left me with just so they destroy each other in a bloody war of darkness' spawn.

If I stake them, they'll be insane until the day of their release. Do you even know about that one? The way your mind is in constant agony as you can still know so much, notice so much, see your body rotting in a grave and you can do nothing about it, nothing to soothe or anything.

Well you left me that way after you decided a creation couldn't be immortal unless it was in a constant juxtaposition with a former immortality. You created a plot, a ploy for me to be released but only after I suffered a decayed mind and body first.

You're sick in humour and your forms of amusement.

What do you expect me to do with yet another victim you forced me to claim? She is only bleeding slightly now but her eyes are entrapped in the kiss of death you forced me to give her upon her neck. She doesn't deserve it, I never did, and you are forcing me to choose between their own existence and those who exist elsewhere. A choice I never in the pits should have ever had to!

You see this energy in my hand? The raw chaos held between my fingertips and still glowing profusely in jade encrypted waves…. This spear, this energy I'd love to shove down your throat, to pierce your heart and lungs, even if to die afterwards just to hear you scream, to feel my pain.

You took away my tears, I can't grieve anymore but revel in the thoughts of you paying for every last drop of suffering you caused me.

I'm holding her close now, her blank stare watching me and I only have minutes to decide what fate she'll have, minutes before my venom enriches her heart with life new in a darkened form.

Life, creator, destroyer, why did you turn me to a vampire?