Walking down dark streets, the flickering lights made the atmosphere stiff and uneasy. Night walked fast, his face emotionless like his silver hair. His silvery eyes held no belief in reality. It was like the world had stripped the colour of emotions from his very being. He suddenly stopped as a sentence formed in his head.

"He doesn't have have much time left, at this point even an elixir won't change anything"

Why did I have to hear that?. It wasn't fair he was alone, now he didn't have enough time to be alone. He didn't feel any emotions, it was because his emotions died long before he understood them.

He continued walking until the dark streets slowly thinned leading into a ruined wasteland. The destroyed part that was never tried to be rebuilt

Searching through the rubble, he finally found a tombstone. Covered in sand and dust, a single name was engraved on it.

"Asuna".

He didn't cry, he just sat beside it and spoke:

"Nothing really is fair in this world, you died, I lived . And yet my borrowed time is almost over. I don't know what I am feeling, sorrow, anger or maybe I am even happy that I could escape from all of this all. It's just that, everything feels like a dream, no…. the nightmare that never ended that day".

When he stopped talking, the silence grew until…

It became suffocating. 

He could only force himself to stare in the sky. 

Even then, he still felt hollow. 

He stared at her tombstone untill, something arrived….

Dust rose in the distance, from which something crawled out.

A pristine white lion, with a bulky build, its mouth and claws were covered in dried flesh and blood. Its tail and eyes clearly distinguished it from a normal animal. 

That was because it wasn't an animal. It was...

''A stray spawn".

It lunged straight at him, night moved back just in time.

 The force wave caused by its landing sent night to the ground. Still he was not fazed at all.

 Maybe it was the benefits of being emotionless. But there was a sense of urgency growing in that situation. He whispered beneath his breath;

"Should I run and let her tombstone be destroyed or should I stay and die?".

The beast got faster, each time it moved, night was put in a more and more dangerous situation. 

He could move freely because nothing was holding him back. He was holllow, and at that moment it was his only strength.

 But beneath his chest, something was slowly rising.

He tried to ignore it, but something else recognised it,

"Desperation, fear and anger".

Maybe it was just a feeling but something definitely changed, he felt cold and afraid, his body began to stiffen.

 He was actually scared and angry. 

To him, this was the world's way to get rid of him. But that realization sent pain surging into his body.

 The lion slashed his chest with its claw. Sending him flying into a bunch of rubbles. The pain was there

He was ready to give up. He thought;

"Maybe this is really the end"

" What was there to really live for, the pain of loss, the feeling of emptiness or maybe the overwhelming feeling of unfairness".

" Deep down I knew that I really wanted to live, for something, for someone and myself".

A surge of something weird filled up his chest, 

And alI he could think of was to find a way to live. 

He grabbed a rusted iron rod and swung straight at it.

Blood splashed through the air. 

Night's side was brutally cut by the lion's tail. Blood surged as the tail pierced deeper. That was something he overlooked and now he was gonna die without doing anything. 

His vision blurred out, he lost more blood than he could handle. Then  his vision went blank.

Still,  he felt sharp fangs piercing into his skin along with ranging winds crashing into him.

 When he could see again, he realized, he was in the mouth of the beast.

And was brought to a cliff which led to the one place he thought he would never see.

The abyss.

My pain surged as he was flung onto a rock. 

The darkness around him seemed scarier than the beast itself. 

He could barely keep focus, the pain was overwhelming. He grabbed what seemed to be bone shards and ran towards the beast.

His whole body felt ragged, and along with that, it tried to use its tail but that wouldn't work again.

He grabbed it and jumped into its back. 

Ignoring all the pain, he stabbed its body with all the might . He felt the beast struggle. 

Somehow, It manged to bite him and threw him into the abyss. Night held onto the cliff, his blood dripping into it, not even a sound was made. 

His body ached more as he felt every injury hurt mirr and more.

His grip loosened even more and at that moment a voice echoed in his ear.

[do you wish to survive]

The voice was calm and warm, it felt familiar like the voice of someone he cherished but had forgotten.

"What!?"

"Who no what are you"

There was no response to his question, just another sentence.

[You have been chosen]

A dark key surged out of the darkness. Everything stilled except for him, he pulled himself up.

The key turned into a gate, the whole thing unravelled before his eyes but still it was hard to believe.

He whispered cold and unintentional;

" A trial key"

Everything resumed, the beast lunged at him again and again, but this time it seemed frightened.

 This time he lost an arm, the pain made him scream, until he couldn’t hear his own voice..

He was sure he was gonna die.

The only way out was the trial key and he had a grudge that would never cease.

He hated that damned being.

"The hex".

It took everything away, nothing in him could trust it, not even a little.

The pain continued until the beast itself stopped, by then everything felt numb. He was practically dead now. Then a countdown appeared.

[10]

[9]

.

.

.

.

What's this, a countdown to my death. The beast stared at him as if it was expecting me to stand and fight.

 But he was barely clinging to life. The voice echoed at the end of the countdown.

[A choice as not been made]

[Seeker is on the brink of death]

[The best choice as been chosen]

The gate opened and then,

My body began to fade into dust flowing into it. With his remaining arm, night to grip the ground tightly,but it didn’t work. 

I tried everything I could to stop it but it was useless, it was too late. .

Right before his eyes closed, he said:

"Don't worry, I promise to be one to end you".

And with that, he was pulled into the hell of a trial he never wished to take...

Into true hell…