Evil Reincarnated

Torture

Mazavir POV

There I was again. The dark atmosphere of Hell surrounded me. It felt as if I was on fire but I knew I wasn't. Dark rocks protruded out of the ground. I knew where this was going but I was still terrified.

I knew he was there, standing right behind me. I could feel his breath raising the hairs on my neck. I wanted to scream and run for my life but large demonic creatures stood in my way. They had wings larger then I and they carried huge swords. Balrogs. I had seen depictions of them from books Lyzla had.

I take a deep breath and turn around. I had seen him thousands of times, but fear still gripped me, holding my there by the sheer shock of what I was seeing.

I didn't know what scared me more, seeing him as a human or seeing him as a monster. Both versions of him terrified me because both have tried to kill me. There he stood, long dark hair and wearing necromancer armor that was a mix of metal and bone. Who's bones? I had no idea. His skin pale against the dark colors of Hell. I never noticed how dead he looked. It was as if his skin only held onto bone and blood was struggling to pump through his body. He looked fragile but that was deceiving. He stared at me the same way he did at the Cathedral of Light. Concern lined his thin face.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to attack him. There was nothing I could do. I was frozen in place.

"I'm dreaming... you're not real." I finally manage to say. "It's my own fear making me dream of you." He didn't say a word. He never spoke in these nightmares, but he never appeared as a human either. "Leave me alone!" I shout, falling to my knees. The dust lifts momentarily where I land. "Please!" I plead, tears starting to roll down my face.

He kneels in front of me. I bury my face in my hands. "You win." I cry. "I've had enough, please. I don't want to die. Haven't you tortured me enough?" I look up at the prime evil before me. His expression was still guarded.

"What can I do to make this end?" I ask. It was as if he couldn't hear me. He just watched me, analyzing me. "Anything to make this nightmare end?"

"This isn't a nightmare." He finally says. His voice was soft, almost soothing. "You're terrified of me, I see it now."

"You nearly killed me." I state. My voice sounded pitiful, like a child's. "You would've killed me."

He was silent, staring at something beyond me. He stands up, looking down at me. "I'm done being tortured by you. I can't handle it anymore." I sit back, staring at the ash beneath me. "I don't want to be in Hell."

"Your own fear and terror has brought you here." He says, turning his back to me. He examines the environment. "Torture leads to terror which leads to hatred then destruction." He says with a sigh. "I am your torture, that is why you're scared."

"I've endured endless torture from you. Every time I close my eyes, there you are, ready to torture me. You torture me with Lyzla, Vayle and Ezara. You've killed them countless times. It always ends with you killing me." Take a trembling breath. "I watch everyone I care about get killed my you. You're the last thing I see before I wake up and realize it's not real. I never want to see you again. I want this nightmare to end."

"It's not a nightmare." He repeats. "I am here, in your dream. I'm not some fiction created by your fear." I pick up some ash in my hand, watching it shift in my hands before it falls to the ground. "If you want to try and kill me, go head. I won't fight back this time. You have power here, not me."

"Am I... in Hell again?" My voice shakes.

"Yes and no. You're dreaming. My powers allow me to be here."

I stand up, taking a step back from him. "I just want you gone... you're invading my mind now. Why won't you leave me alone?"

"I don't want to be what you see me as." He states. "I don't want to be your torturer."