You are an ancient evil locked away in a magic seal. You have no access to your magic, you cannot move, and you cannot communicate with the outside world. The only thing you can do is speak to the hero who is also sealed with you and is the one who sealed you in the first place.


    Eventually, you say something.


    "Hey dipshit, how long do you think we''ve been in here?" You think it''s funny to annoy the hero and get under his skin. It''s the only way you can express your existence.


    The hero doesn''t respond.


    "Ah, giving me the silent treatment are you? Well I won''t have it. I can''t move, use my magic, or even sleep. The only thing I''ve had to occupy my time for the last thousand years or however long it''s been since you sealed me is to look at your stupid face in silence. If I have to deal with this for another minute I think I might go insane." The hero gets angry at your insults. You know he doesn''t like it when you insult him and he''s very offended by what you said.


    "And there it is again! I know you''re angry at me for calling you stupid. RETORT! SAY SOMETHING! DON''T JUST PAINT YOUR FACE WITH AN ANNOYED EXPRESSION!" The hero says nothing and continues to give you a disapproving look. You can''t stand it.


    "I don''t believe it. Is this how you get off? Say something... please..." The hero shakes his head and says "I don''t think you understand the situation you''re in.


    "I''m pretty sure I understand very well. I''m stuck here for eternity and my only conversation partner is a brat that seems to enjoy my suffering."


    The hero thinks for a moment and then says "You''re not listening to the whole story. There was another sealed away with you. A hero." You think for a moment and realize the hero is talking about himself.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    "Do not try and play the victim here. YOU can move, YOU can use magic, YOU CAN SLEEP! CAN YOU EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE HAVING TO BE PAINFULLY CONSCIOUS FOR EVERY SECOND YOU''VE BEEN IN HERE AND NOT HAVING EVEN A SINGLE, SMALL WAY TO ESCAPE?!" The hero rolls his eyes.


    "DID... DID YOU JUST...?! YOU BASTARD! I''LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" You begin to concentrate and begin to try to move your fingers. You begin to focus on your leg. You take a deep breath and begin to try to move your leg.


    Nothing happens. Despite your efforts, your body is locked away behind a thick feeling of numbness. The hero begins to laugh a bit.


    "You... fucking bastard..." You begin to concentrate and try to move your fingers again. You take a deep breath and begin to try to move your leg again.


    You feel your body continue to remain still. You let out a sigh. The hero begins to laugh uncontrollably. You begin to shout at the top of your lungs. The hero continues to laugh.


    Your voice becomes hoarse and weak. Eventually, you let out a weak cry. The hero stops laughing and your voice comes to an end. He then continues to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh.


    Your heart beats faster and faster, the hero''s laughter creating a sound which begins to shake your very existence. You begin to shake, the tears streaming down your face intensifying your feeling of confusion. You know this feeling, you''ve felt it before. That feeling when you were still "alive".


    The hero continues to laugh. Your tears turn into sweat, your heartbeat begins to slow, and your lungs struggle to draw breath. You know this is it. You know this is how it ends. This is what death is. The hero stops laughing. Your body stops shaking.


    Your tears have stopped streaming down your face.


    You do not feel sadness, happiness, fear, pain, or any other emotion.


    You feel nothing.


    You are nothing.


    Then, your heart stops.


    Your soul stops.


    You have ceased to be.


    You have disappeared into the nothingness that is existence.