I look out my window. Valleys of tears,valleys of bodies,valleys of grief and tearless weeps.This is what I see everyday.
Everyday,my minions come in, reporting another birth to my realm.
Once the heart stops beating,the chains that bind the flesh to the soul loosens and eventually,breaks.
The soul is now sent to my realm,The Purgatory and then to the two factions: heaven and hell.
Although they were supposed to go to court and be Judged on the scale of Lady Justice, I like to have a little fun with them. I trap them in little,black boxes and replay over and over to them their worst nightmares and fears.
One I loved in particular was this young man who loathes the dark,enclosed spaces and spiders. He was one of the easiest to torture since modifications did not have to be made to our generic, black boxes. The only addition that we had to add were nothing else but spiders.
A soul cannot cry; a soul cannot scream, so he was left in a state of hysteria and was soon followed by a beautiful blast since his soul can no longer take it .
Poor soul never made it through. But I did love the fireworks though - a blast of unreleased screams and insanity that echoed through the underworld, beautiful. . .
Lady Justice got mad and called me a hopeless case, but other than that, I was never better.
"Sire!" a minion of mine barged into my room. He pulled his hood down, revealing nothing but a mass of compacted, gray smoke and bowed.
"What brings you here at this time of the night?" I ask with no urge to look at him.
"Ummm...S-Sire" he stuttered
"Speak!" I sigh in frustration
"O-one escaped the Underworld,stole a body and is now living amongst the Living."
