The Chaos Wars

Chapter 1

(just saying, this is my first book, so if it shit, I deeply apologize) 

Morgoth opened his eyes groggily to the endless gray sky above him in the void. He wiped his face of those weird bits of hard gunk that form in your eyes, got up, and went to take a piss in one of the nearby bushes of bland leaves.

He went about his usual chores of picking berries(gray, of course), plants, and something dead and throwing them into his giant helmet to cook. He then went and grabbed some wood and lit a fire underneath the helmet and began to cook the concoction. While the smell of...something filled the air, he went over to his only remaining possessions he still had: his armour, his mace, his hammer, and a small picture covered by a cloth, and began to clean them of dust and shit from the ghouls. 

 As the soup began to bubble over, he finished cleaning the breastplate of his amour and looked at his reflection. He remembered the days of the Great War,how he cast down the mighty lamps of Illuin and Ormal, how he and Ungoliant destroyed the great trees of Valinor, and how he nearly destroyed the world. His memory continued to spiral into the past, he remembered the event that had scared his hand into a ugly black: (flash back)

Ungoliant: ..."With one hand thou givest" she said " with the left only. Open they right hand."

Morgoth: "Nay!" he had responded, "Thou hast done thy due. For with my power that I put into thee thy work was accomplished. I need thee no more. These things thou shalt not have, nor see. I name them unto myself forever. "

He had clenched his hand tightly around the glowing crystals that contained the last of the light of the Lamps. However, the crystals burned his hand badly, though he would not let go. Ungoliant had grow in size significantly after drinking the sap of the Trees and eating the gems of Feanor. As she towered over him, she quickly wrapped him in spiderwebs of endless night and horror. For the first and only time, he had known fear. He roared as loud as he could, all of middle earth could hear him that day, and his balrogs came and lashed the spider with whips of fire. The fate of Ungoliant he did not know nor care. (end of flash back)

He got up and went over to his helmet full of soup, it had cooled enough to be eaten. After all of this time, he had never given up on his plans of domination over Middle Earth, but they were becoming more and more vague every day or month or year...he didn't really know at this point. 

His soup was finished and he went and cleaned his helmet in the river nearby. He realized he was thirsty, and so drunk his fill of the liquid. Nothing tasted of much anymore and he could barely remember feeling at this point, though he did not care. Man we had made sure that he could not escape, he had been trying for eons.

He went back to his little campsite/home and lay down to stare at the only thing that had color in this Eru-forsaken realm, the door that he went through in the end. It was simple, really, just gold and silver, with a message on the knob, it read: When the time comes...He had never really known or cared what that meant. The only things that he felt any enjoyment or fulfillment from anymore were battle training, training his powers...and painting. He had filled 3 kilometers of paintings by this point, all of them memories or dreams he never accomplished, ideas he had that he never was able to make, people he missed too much...

He felt a tear leave his eye as he stared at one of the paintings. It was based on a picture he remembered from the Music of the Ainur. It was a picture of all of the Ainur: His brothers Manwe, Ulmo, Aule, Orome, Namo, Irmo, even little Tulkas. His sisters Varda, Yavanna, Nienna, Este, Vaire, Vana, and Nessa. He was in the middle, everyone was smiling, and Eru himself was there, at the top. This was the last day he remembered being a happy day. 

Suddenly, he couldn't look at it anymore, he didn't know why, he didn't care. This realm had turned him from the most powerful and feared being into little more then a shell of a former being. He hated that he couldn't even face the people he hated without being an emotional pussy. He turned over on his side and begin to try and sleep the day off, he didn't feel like doing anything today.