Taken a given, he had a rough day. It was dark and gloomy. Rainy and unforgivable. Moisty and tiresome. It's just like most of the days this boy has experienced. This endless loop of life; keeps on going over and over again. Wake up, eat, go to sleep. Now, this cycle can vary from day today. It doesn't happen as often as most.

But... on this particular evening... had he have been met with a surprise that no one has ever seen.

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"Ugh, I just want to go to sleep. I'm too tired. I got fired today, and now I ran out of money. Thanks a lot, Caroline."

He took a glance at his bed and released a sigh.

"Might as well sleep on the bed. I have been basically a dick to most of my friends, and now they have left me. Not to mention it, I was about to finally go out with that one girl on that park today; only to get dumped minutes afterward and get downpoured on from rain."

He wore everything in dark. Ranging from his shoes, pants, and torso. It... perfectly matched his dark hair and eyes. One must say, he is tall and almost attractive before he dropped out. The only downside is the abundance of acne on his face and poor hygiene that formed after.

"I don't even want to take a shower. It's too much of a hassle anyway."

One could describe him, as a completely selfish asshole. Having no care for others except himself. Being a complete douchebag, so that he can lightly chuckle whilst he is on the bed. He didn't care much for others. He was not unique, popular, nor any of that. He lost his meaning of life a long time ago. Now all he does is think that he is a waste of air.

He dropped out of high school during his senior year. Thanks to his 'friends that motivated him that he would become a millionaire; only to get dumped upon them, and tossed to the streets living life to the fullest. That was one of the reasons he became such an incompetent lifeless being.

"I might as well go to sleep. I don't feel like pleasuring myself too."

Yes... he does touch himself almost every day. Glaring at still-cartoon images or lewd animations. He's most of like some kids. He's a pervert and a nineteen-year-old virgin. His 'size' isn't large, like reality. But, just glaring at the images hour by hour, creating this awful stench reseating in his room. Damien just... grew a fanfare of 'doing it every day.

He's far from lucky.

But this day was his only chance, but then got tossed away from the compelling force that is 'Fate'.

He quickly kicked his full laundry basket to the wall and yelled.

"Damn it all! I hate you all! Go die!"

The boy slammed himself to the bed and sighed. Glaring at the ceiling; filled with complete silence. The only thing that aided him, is the rain that was lightly touching the window. The pattern was smooth and peaceful. It's evening, dark, and calm. No lamps were on, no cars were passing by. Only the calm rain, and the moonlight.

He slowly shuts his eyes, and his sights get covered in darkness. One by one does both his hearing and vision fade and soon his consciousness did as well.

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"Wake up!"

Damien heard this loud clang, bashing upon what seemed to be metal bars. The atmosphere and environment surrounding him are completely different from the soft comfortable presence of his bedroom. However, the stench right now is far worse than his room ever was. The noise grew louder, and his hearing and vision grew clearer.

"Wake up maggot! Get off your feet and open your eyes, filthy disgrace!"

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He slowly opened his eyes and gets greeted by dark stone walls. Mud, and murk all were beneath his bare toes. The stench filled his nostrils, and he coughed heavily. This isn't matching the previous description of a 'beautiful fantasy world'. He is clueless about what is happening at his very sights.

"ACK! W-what the hell? Where am I?"

The stench worsened, and another loud clang from the bars echoed over the dark stone brick walls.

"Wake up stupid maggot, or you're going to die!"

"H-huh?"

It seems that Damien is still wearing the same clothing as previously in his bedroom. A thin black sweater, with no zipper. Dark baggy jeans and on his feet, he wore slightly torn and cheap tennis shoes. Which were then soaked by the swamp-like waters beneath his toes.

He heard unhuman-like growls next to him. It's as if it sounded nearly human, but also like a beast. The sound of the murky waters slowly splashed to the walls. A dark shadow behind him gradually grew closer, and a lantern light pierced through the metal bars.

"If you want to at least live; kill this filthy Notgin!"

"N-Notgin?"

A growl so heavy and strong; pressed against his ear. Saliva splattered across his short light hair, and his black sweater gets nearly soaked. Damien slowly turned around; feeling this utter chill fall up through his spine, and he immediately backed away from the beast.

"EWW what the hell is that?!"

This 'beast' isn't really a beast. Its appearance matched closely to a human appearance; minus the skin. It's covered in all blood, saliva, and slime. Its skin is torn off. Its red sticky flesh could be seen, and there were no eyes on it. Its head was massive, and its eyes were torn off. Damien's heart rose up, and his pace of breathing gradually quickened.

"W-What the hell? I-I-Is this some sort of nightmare?"

As soon as he screamed; the fleshy beast quickly pierced its sharp teeth through Damien's clothing. Blood slowly seeped through his skin and dampened the dark sweater. He screamed in pain and tried to push the monster away from his arm. It couldn't be enough; instead, the pain worsened, and more blood splattered across its face and the ground.

"AGHHHH! STOP! STOP!"

The pain felt so surreal to him. He most definitely realized... this wasn't a dream. Damien hastily sprinted to the other side of the room, only to be met with solid stone walls. The cell is too cramped, and small; there was no sign of escape whatsoever.

Damien swung the Notgin into the wall, splattering its intestines and face. Blood splattered all across the floor, and it screamed in a pitch so high; it almost damaged his ears. The crimson liquid smeared his pants and sweater; as he screamed and repeated whilst smashing the monster with his bare fist.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

He pushed the Notgin to the wall; trying to kill it with his minor strength. Its blood and flesh-like substance scraped through the wall, and its high-pitched screams echoed within the cell. The water; slowly gets stained by the monster's red liquid, and the Notgin died.

Soon after; Damien swiftly sprinted to the other side of the cell and pressed his arm against it. He felt a burning sensation in his belly, then and released a surge of vomit of which splatters upon the wall. Damien slowly breathed heavily; unable to process what the hell just happened. But as soon as he looked back; he vomited again. Which was longer than the last. He quickly wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater and screamed.

"Where the hell am I?! What happened... why... do I feel so... much pain? I-I... Is this a..."

Another brief waterfall of vomit splattered upon the wall. He breathed heavily; unable to comprise of the events that happened.

"I can't take it anymore... What is this place? Is this hell? This is no dream. I feel pain. H-Have I been summoned to another... wor-"

The same voice that yelled at him earlier; screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Silence! You are profound to be a useless being that deserves to be kept in the Sacith. You shall be imprisoned. Like all the other mistakes upon this world did. Now... remain still; I will return."

Damien hastily limped to the bars, to see a large disgusting cyclops slimy monster, slowly walking down to darkness. Its eye was hideous and orange, and its mouth is filled with dozens upon thousands of unappealing teeth. He quickly slammed the bars and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"WHAT?! You're just going to leave me here?! What did I do wrong?! Where am I? ANSWER DAMN IT! Answer to a lost damn kid!"

The monster halted, and slowly tilted its hideous back to Damien. It's glowing hideous, one orange eye glared straight through Damien's very soul. He slowly squinted at him and opened its hideous slimy mouth.

"I said... Silence mortal! No one wants to hear your repulsive voice. No one will look for you. You're deep underground."

His eye shone a bright orange luminance. Then, the injured boy felt this force which swiftly quickened and gets pushed away to the other side of the cell with his long wooden-like arm. His head clashes against the stone wall, and soon... his vision darkened.

As he fainted; Damien quiveringly whispered.

"W-What... did... I do wrong? Why... why..."

Soon. Damien blacked out.