My name is Rickard Montreallio, I'm a pirate aboard the Wild Dog. I'm in the middle of raiding a small village alongside my fellow pirates.

"Alright, men! Follow procedure!" shouted the captain of our crew. Red Beard!

"Yes Cap'n!" we shouted in unison as we charged toward the village.

"Kill every single one of those sons of bitches! Every woman! Every child! Kill them all!" Red Beard shouted as he drew his cutlass and charged alongside us.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!!" I laughed as I sliced my way through the villagers.

One~ Two~ Three~ Five~ Twelve~ Twenty Four~

I killed twenty-four men, women and children before some lucky son of a bitch got me in the back with a pitchfork.

"Gah!" I exclaimed.

"I've got you! You scum!" Shouted the villager. Who was an old man, he looked like he was going to keel over any second now.

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"Get... this... fucking... thing... out of me!!! Before I fucking torture your entire family right in front of you!" I threatened him. Which only caused him to dig the pitchfork deeper into my back.

"GAH!!!" I shouted in pain as I feel to the ground, unable to get up.

"I... I am sorry for what I'm about to do" The old man said as he positioned the pitchfork above my head.

"Don-!!!" I tried to beg. But, my voice was cut short. By the pitchfork stabbing into my neck.

...

"Gah! Wh- where am I!?" I asked. As I saw a man, with long platinum hair. Piercing purple eyes and an angular face. He looked... beautiful. I thought. Until I saw what he was sitting on... a throne made of the skulls of his enemies. I looked around, only to see countless bodies. Weapons and scorched... things everywhere.

"You, my slave. Are in the void, I am Lakurn and you're now my slave. Slave" He said in a simple manner. As if I just had to accept it.

"I-I'm not your slave!" I shouted in protest.

"Oh, but you are! You see... those men and women around you. They also refused to be mine. Look at what happened to them. Do you want that happening to you? Do you?" He asked with a sly smile on his face.

"N-no... I don't want to end up like them... but, I also don't want to be your slave!" I shouted.

"Huh... this is unexpected... wonderful!" He shouted in... joy.

"What?" I asked.

"It's been years since I had to get my hands dirty. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you~" He said with the most horrifying face I've ever seen.

"What are you!? What the fucking hell are you!?" I shouted as I tried to run away.

"I am the void. A nightmare. The darkness. The shadow by your legs, ready to grab you. I. AM. DEATH!!!" He roared as he threw a hook into my back and pulled it towards him.

"No! No! No! I'll be your slave! Just let me live!" I shouted. Tears in my eyes.

"Too late~" He said.

I saw only darkness.

For what felt like years.

Until... a light.

Where am I?

"Hello~"

Oh god! No!!!

He's back!

"It's been quite a while, right. Slave?" He asked as he pulled out a knife.

No!

And he, sliced my cheeks, hands, arms and legs enough to make me unable to move without tremendous pain.