Silas awoke with a start when cold metal restraints closed around his wrists. It took him a few seconds to notice he was lying down, sever more two notices the robbed figure standing around him. The room was extremely dark, except for several dimly lit candles. One robbed figure, this one considerably taller than the rest, held a candle in his gloved hand, allowing hot wax to fall upon the garment. The tall figure came up close to Silas with his mask obscuring his face, and tilted the candle allowing wax to fall onto Silas' chest. Silas let out a yelp that turned into a scream when the figure pulled back his hood. The figure's face wasn't human; he had a tan canine muzzle and two large horns that curved back away from Silas. On top of that, he had red eyes that almost seemed to be glowing.
In unison, all the other robbed figures lowered their hoods; there wasn't a being among them that was even remotely human. That was when panic kicked in to Silas, whatever these thing had planned for him, it wasn't good. Struggle as he might, the metal restraints didn't budge. That was when the chanting began.
Silas felt as if his very body was ripping itself apart. The pain was blinding, all conscious thought was abandoned, leaving only the desire for release from the hell that his existence had become. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pain was gone. Silas felt as if he was floating in nothingness, surrounded by darkness. It was then that Silas realized that he wasn't alone in the void. Another being decided to make itself known, seeming to spawn from the very darkness that he was floating in. This other being was covered head to toe in gray fur, with red eyebrows and eyelids.
"Welcome Silas," It said with a smile that sent chills down Silas spine, "To the abyss, your new home."
White flashes racked their way through Silas mind, trying to tear him apart. Silas steeled his willpower to push the pain back. His vision cleared, revealing his rather puzzled assailant.
"What do you want from me!?" Silas screamed through breaths.
"I see," The being said, "They usually inform their sacrifices."
"Their what!?" Silas shouted in dismay.
"Just full of questions, huh?" It said, "All you need to know is that I am taking your body and leaving you here."
With that the pain returned, this time even worse than the first. Chains appeared around Silas' body, binding him. It was at that moment that Silas' life flashed before his eyes; his mother teaching him to walk, the first time he saw his sister, the uniformed men telling him and Jess that their father was MIA, their mother dying of a terrible sickness, and finally, all the time he spent with his sister. He remembered getting a job with the blacksmith to feed himself and Jess, remembered kissing her knee when she fell, giving here his supper when she was hungry, remembered telling her stories when she couldn't sleep. He remembered promising her he'd return.
"I promised!" He shouted, pushing back. "I will not die for you!"
Silas summoned all of his strength and pushed. With a blood curdling scream, the chains broke and went flying. His tormentor stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. It gained its composure and returned to attempt to restrain him. Silas didn't stop their though, he kept screaming as he fought the monster in front of him. The chains began to fly at his assailant, rapping itself around it holding itself in place.
"No!" It screamed before being buried in chains, "This isn't how it's supposed to happen!"
With that, Silas was sent flying back into his body, but something wasn't as it should be. Silas came back into the world in a blinding blood rage. The next few moments were a blur, but when he came to he was stood amid many dead bodies. One of them the hellhound, who was impaled on a staff and pinned to the wall. Dazed, Silas stumbled down a hallway and toward the sounds of a storm waging outside.
He stumbled for a kilometer before collapsing in the mud, dead.