Bound in the Night

[Sol]

Part 2

Sol's broad back was leaning on to the side of the altar that carried his hollowed body. His long fingers were feeling his throat, feeling the hole a ring of a chain circled in.

The smell of the rust was heavy, so was the burden on his neck everytime he tried to stand up. He gave a few tries to free himself from the beating heart he was attached to, had no success. He couldn't move the body an inch, it's as if his strength had no competency over his sleeping self.

He was made aware by the Almighty why he's in this infernal dungeon, and what exactly this place is: A place for his suffering, his eternal punishment, his hell.

He was tormented by many memories of his past, the faces of the people he wronged and caused harm, slaughtered and sacrificed... all for a perversive cause. His people that put their trust in him, followed after him to their own demise; he remembered them all, those he betrayed and those he failed.

From time to time his crimson haired woman would return to the altar, stay a time to leave again. The darkness she left him with couldn't have been lasting longer, the time with her couldn't have been any shorter. Both with her light surrounding his coffin, and without, she was a great source of anguish. Her sadness despaired him further, her sobbing made Sol cry aloud, her sweet voice covered in sorrowful whispers forced him to scream with pain.

In one of the times without her light when Sol wished his mind to be taken away from him, when he 'almost' prayed to the Almighty for it; when he was about to smash his forehead to the cracked stones of the altar in hopes of cracking his own skull like them; he heard dragging sounds on the sand coming a bit further from the darkness that surrounds him. More than just a couple of skewed feet were beating the ground and making a fog of the sand, coming close to where he sat by the Altar.

He immediately stood up, alarmed, curiousity got ahold of him. He jumped on this chance to focus on something else other than his misery. 'Whatever is coming, I will squash their heads instead of my own', he said to himself.

Soon he could make out short figures in the shadows, maybe a dozen of them, maybe a few less or more. Their footsteps were joined with each other all around him, approaching him with a weird and crooked whispery tongue, as wicked as the realms he now dwells in.

Their eyes started to show a devilish glow, evil intention could be read easily. Within the darkness Sol could barely make up their features, but all looked short, on two weak and crooked legs, their bodies looked too fat for them to carry. On the end of their thin arms they had claw like three very long fingers.

As the circle surrounding Sol grew smaller, one of them fretted yuckily, "Fresshh mmmeaatt... me want'sa take a bite..." ended it with a disturbing slurping sound.

Sol realized that they weren't after 'him', but after his body laying atop the altar; their eyes were locked on it.

They got so close that Sol could smell the ugly odor of their bodies. He had no idea what the hell he could do in a situation like this, but he sure didn't like the idea of his sleeping self being eaten by some ugly creatures; what if his Kate would never show up here again without the body? She would be a lot more sad than before...

Sol started towards the circle, "Don't even think about... eating that." he said towering above them, "Damn imps..."

As if the imps finally realized the Man between their meal and themselves, their eyes all turned on to the giant, "Oh loooookkkk..." whispered one evilly, "Ssomeone gots loossstt... here." continued the other. All the imps started to giggle as if it's something incredibly funny.

'The frak is this?' Sol thought, his anger was building up inside him ever since he was tucked in this devil's domain. Feeling helpless and weak for so long, he felt himself burning to test if his strength wont suffice on these imps either.

He rushed at one that was still giggling aloud, and gave it a kick that sent it flying into the darkness. It took a few seconds for the rest to realize what just happened. All at once lunged at him with growls.

Sol let out a growl of his own like he would do in his living days, his frozen blood now started to boil. He wished with all his being to take revenge from these imps what he had suffered, with anger he caught one that was biting on his leg with its sharp but small teeth. He held it from its long nailed foot and started to smash its head on to the pillar of the altar in a wild rage. Over and over, until its brain splashed all around him, its black blood covered his naked body.

He didn't mind what the others were trying to do to him, the pain they could give him with their claws and bites were almost funny after the torments he suffered and kept on suffering ever since he fell.

Once the imp had turned a forceless carcass in his hand, he threw it on the rest. He could feel the panic the little devils are in, and he enjoyed it greatly. He caught the next closest one, held its face to himself and grinned; took a stone from the altar that was aloose from the earlier beating, then dug it into the skull of the imp within its weakening shriek.

He started to beat the others with the dead body he's holding. The darkness turned a shade of red as he was tearing a limb from one, then moving on to the other. He chased the ones running away as much as his chains would allow him to; some of them lacking a few limbs, some lacking their minds, all in terror.

"Get back here!" he shouted after them, with blood dripping from a tiny arm he's holding, and an armless little corpse beaten under his feet. "It was almost fun..." he added a bit down.