Bound in the Night

[Sol]

Part 4

The black clouds above the dead tree started to twirl around the newly joined spirit as they accepted him. The rains stopped in a flash, and the crimson thunder struck all over the desert, lighting up the darkness in full rebellion.

Many giant hurricanes appeared on the surface of hell with their top ending on the clouds, chasing the host of dead and demon from covers to covers. The whole place was aflame from the lightning that struck on the ground, replacing the harsh cold with a burning heat for whatever is unlucky enough to be close to the explosions of flare.

As the clouds let out their anger, they slowly raised higher and higher towards the black cover of heaven; until the crimson flare was swallowed by the darkness and the hurricanes lost their wrath and disappeared within the lazy winds of the desert.

An altar stood there alone again, in the darkness, with a chain that raised loosely towards the sky like a tower made of rings.

A mist of darkness, but a wild flash of all colors and shapes. A thought appearing before the vision then immediately replacing by the others. Sadness, fickle happiness, everything that comes to mind was being shaped, wildly, destructively, unbound and in full chaos. Everything resonated within everything, and matter was made with will and lost with it.

Sol wanted to let himself free within this place, Chaos it was named, but his thoughts wouldn't let him free here either. For thousands of years he lived every good thing and bad thing he remembered, over and over. Every one of them were warped, changed a little bit after each, changed and warped himself as well. Chaos took ahold of him and made him a part of it, he joined with the rest of the fabric of being, the existence unbound.

But his chains remained, the pulsing of his heart was shaking the realms of Chaos, ironically, like a rebellion against the rebellion itself. Sol's mind would stumble upon the resonating beat of his heart once in a while, and he would be shaped alike his living days once again.

In one of those moments when he was shaped, like a giant in the mist of black clouds with wild thunders and the random flashes of thoughts, he heard a whisper as formly as a keen blade. It said to him, "The rebellion must live on..."

Sol focused his will and swam through the Chaos towards that whisper, pushing away everything out of his path like a tornado. There he saw the Revenant, with forty thousand indestructible chains like those of Sol's, keeping It attached to the stone throne the Almighty mocked him with. A golden crown was set upon Its peak, shining like a sun in the darkness; a giant sword cut through Its chest. With Its sharp wings and lava skin, it looked wrathful towards out of the Chaos, cursing with Its every being the Almighty, like the Almighty Tyrant cursed him.

"My child... approach..." the Revenant continued and Sol found himself approaching. "Pull that sword off my chest, return to your hell... Cut loose every chain, free every tormented slave, raise from your demons an army, march atop the Tower that binds paradise and hell.

"I will carry your burden if you carry mine." the whisper continued, "I am Mithras... I am the Chaos bound... bind that chain of yours onto me..."

The Rebellious Man sized the great ghost before him, Its appearance was terrible to behold, and lesser men would be maddened by the effect of Its wild spirit sneaking inside the soul and mind, singing songs of disharmony and ambition.

Sol's spirit was in tune with Mithras, like a son and father's. Mithras was the source of the flame in his heart. He found himself serving Mithras in his living, would he be able to stay unattached in death?

As his hand was on the hilt of the giant sword, and his arm was pulling it out of the hollow on the Revenant's chest, all Sol thought of was what he would do to the princes of heavens that made him suffer so. The dark clouds were alight with crimson thunders once again, affected by the terror of two rebellious spirits' designs.