"Everything you once knew is gone... "

Rising from the ground like a gravestone, the gigantic, black gate in front of us shone with an eerie light. Bone skulls decorated the frame, and within their sockets, purple flames were burning, symbolising their eyes which seemed to be alive, watching with laughter for what was about to happen to us. The only light except for the dazzling, purple flames were torches made from bones that reeked of age, illuminating the crossroad with a white light. I gulped and turned my gaze forward once again, looking at the figure who I would later probably have nightmares about. A tall, skinny man whose whole body was covered in abyss-black bandages that seemed to be loosening and tightening for every passing second; almost as if he was blurring between reality and illusion– between two dimensions.

"Your pitiful lives... are no longer your own... to choose…”

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As he raised his voice, a tingling, frightening sensation crept across my neck akin to a spider. I gulped, again. His words were coated with something I couldn't recognise, but something evil for sure. It was as if he was not human. As if he was something else, something that was not able to fluently speak the human tongue. Perhaps he was the incarnation of a demon. Sent from the deepest abyss to punish mankind for our sins; here to make us suffer a fate worse than death. But in my heart, I knew this wasn’t true. Because my father had told me the story long ago, the story of where the forsaken were taken to be erased from this world.

And we were forsaken. All of us.

“So..."

I could feel the killing intent radiating from the stem of his bones, penetrating through our hope of escape, crushing all that was left of our superficial belief. He eyed us once more, indifferently, as if we were but worthless ants.

"...be obedient… and follow the rules... or else you will... die!" Those were the last words we heard before we descended into darkness