A Living Hell
The burns scorched even his mind as Kal lay on the table, lay within the confines of the sterile hell. Around him pranced the demons, the shadows in the white coats, the ones who had left him confused, the ones who had left the world blurred and feelings numb. Even the pain he could not feel. They unleashed the dragon within his mind, allowed it to leave his thoughts and damaged and pained as his body.
It screamed. Passion.
It shrieked. Strength.
It screeched. Power.
It roared. Victory.
It yelled. Break The Chains.
He allowed the dragon to constrict him, became its instrument. Everything became a deep shade of red, everything stained with rich blood. He shook and cried out, the demons only dragging him deeper into the hell with their tools of misery. The feelings of confusion faded, but those of hatred only grew. He raised his arm, shattering the restraints, and summoned the power the dragon offered him. He crushed the demons, one by one. He lavished in their suffering, and heard the Dragon once more.
I have freed you.
And with that he regained the feelings, felt the extent of the power he could possess. The red faded, but the pain did not. He saw the true power of the sith, all in a single second. And with that he collapsed once more, blinded and dazed. But the pain still lingered.
The pain never ceased.
The burns scorched even his mind as Kal lay on the table, lay within the confines of the sterile hell. Around him pranced the demons, the shadows in the white coats, the ones who had left him confused, the ones who had left the world blurred and feelings numb. Even the pain he could not feel. They unleashed the dragon within his mind, allowed it to leave his thoughts and damaged and pained as his body.
It screamed. Passion.
It shrieked. Strength.
It screeched. Power.
It roared. Victory.
It yelled. Break The Chains.
He allowed the dragon to constrict him, became its instrument. Everything became a deep shade of red, everything stained with rich blood. He shook and cried out, the demons only dragging him deeper into the hell with their tools of misery. The feelings of confusion faded, but those of hatred only grew. He raised his arm, shattering the restraints, and summoned the power the dragon offered him. He crushed the demons, one by one. He lavished in their suffering, and heard the Dragon once more.
I have freed you.
And with that he regained the feelings, felt the extent of the power he could possess. The red faded, but the pain did not. He saw the true power of the sith, all in a single second. And with that he collapsed once more, blinded and dazed. But the pain still lingered.
The pain never ceased.