The Dark Angel's Fate

I lean my head on the hard stone wall behind me. There's a basin in the corner of the cell, a plate of stale bread close to the metal bars, and a worn out cot to my left. I can hear the hundreds of other prisoners complaining and some trying to get out with no avail. When I arrived here I had no idea so many people crossed bounds in order to gamble with life and death. The dungeons here are unbelievably large, although even with its size there are some cells where people are crammed in tightly. I was lucky to get a cell to myself.
I hear the large metal door that leads to the dungeon being opened. Two guards walk through. Most of the prisoners walk to the bars to see who will be judged next. Those that aided me in my journey have already been taken. I stare at the approaching guards. They wear the colors of the gods, navy blue and gold. They wear the crest of the palace on their left shoulder. The guards stop in front of my cell. One of them takes out a ring of keys and unlocks the door. He slides the door open, while the other one walks inside and grabs my arm and places a metal cuff on my wrists. He pulls me out and we begin our steady pace toward my death. Everyone that ends up in the dungeon of the gods usually ends up executed. There are very few that make it out unscathed.