“Do it. Beat me, destroy me. What am I but a nuisance? What good can I possibly do for the world, while my soul is still intact. Break it, release it, and cast me out.” Rebelliously, the man glared up at his assailant. He glared into his eyes.

Those cold eyes. Those terrible cold eyes.

Piercing

Burning

Searing

Unforgiving pain

It was in, and it went through.

The saber’s red glow intensified the red dye, bringing it to a neon aura.

“And in the name of the wicked, in the name of the scorned, you are complete. Rise again to become a soldier. Rise again to lead the army of the damned.” His voice, gruff and sounding like that of a demon, echoed around the chamber. Bouncing and resounding against the high, cracked, blackened walls.

With his last breath, he let loose a sigh of relief. It was with pleasure, not pain, that he died by the hands of evil. To be rebourn again as nothing less than a leader.

Fire rose forth from his corpse, rising up to the ceiling, and licking the walls. Maniacle laugher came…