Child of the punished

Chapter 1

"AAAAAAAHHH!" a cry sounded from the darkness that was forgotten. Floating in nothingness was a naked humanoid figure who had stopped screaming only to curl up in a ball. The figure couldn't even bring themself to cry even. They had already did that before screaming, mourning everything they lost.

It was so disorienting in their personal hell. There was no ground, no wind or other thing that could affect their state. Just endlessly spinning in a void where no one could hear them. They could not even tell if their was up and down in this place and if there was it was long lost to them on day one.

Speaking of, how long had it been since they had been trapped here? For nothing more than having emotions.

"Danm you all. Danm you all for this. You hypocritical bastards." They sighed. "No, not hypocritical. For that it would have to be a crime or taboo for them as well. I'm just a special exception."

Time ago, whenever that was they had tried multiple time to escape. However there were too many problems with that and not many solutions.

For one there was no way of telling in what pocket, space or slip of reality or other they were in. The second was that all their powers were gone so not even worth it. There were many other problems was the beast.

They just referred to it as such because they knew not what else to call it. It had no form they had ever witnessed before or comparable to other than being very large. Larger then them especially. They assumed it must be a type of guard dog like Cerberus was to the Greeks or the Angel's of eden. Whatever shit Cuthulu pulled out of his ass it made their life a living hell. Are they even alive? Doesn't matter.

They didn't know why but every so often the creature would come to attack them using some form of power unknown to them.

It was pure agony. It did things to them mentally as well as physically. Violating every crevice it could find only to leave them a broken after it was done.

They hated it. The helpless feeling. Having nothing to do or look forward to but unbearable pain. They grew to despise all existence. Except for two. Never those two. The only one that still made them determined to escape or at least outlast this state of being. It would all be worth it just to see their faces. To hold them to their chest again. To eat with them, laugh with them. Hell, they even missed their arguments with them. It didn't matter. It was them.

But, who was them?

They hated to admit it but they had forgotten all but their existence. They knew who they were, what those people were to them yet time had damaged their true memory of them. It was like calling someone a friend when you were really just acquaintances. That thought along nearly brought tears to them.

Suddenly they felt more than saw something approaching them.

Hadn't it just left!? How long has it been since the last one? Though neither question mattered or would be answered they knew that it would not change what they were about to experience.

"Come on then. Do your worst."