Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Purgatory ❯ Out ( Chapter 4 )

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Purgatory

 

Cold air blasted his body causing him to shiver violently. His body was covered with burns, making the air seem colder still. Like a hot summer day and walking into a cold room. Only this was ten times worse. He did not dare dwell on his burns, that made him think of how he had received them. The memory of the red-hot coals being laid on his back and his chest caused him to cringe. Instead he thought of food, wonderful food. The idea of a hot meal enticed him so. Just like the idea of a hot warm body to ravish.

 

Then he heard it, the laughter. That horrid laughter. Every time he heard it he knew his punishment wasn't far behind. Fearfully he wondered what he had done to deserve HER attentions. SHE only came around when he had been bad. He no longer knew who she was or even his own name. It had been centuries since he remembered why he was here. For a moment he realized that the longer he was here, the less he could recall.

 

At that moment he heard a shrill scream; it was HER. It was a scream of absolute total and complete rage. She was angry, and worse she was headed his way at blinding speed.

 

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Hours later he laid prone on the ground. Blood pouring out of his mouth, his new wounds stinging. The burns long forgotten. Indeed, they had healed as soon as his new torture began. This was how it had always been. There were never any scars from any of his injuries. The pain only lasted until the next creature decided that he needed another tutorial on good behavior. Dimly he could remember a time when he knew comforts. Now all he thought about was pain. And how to avoid more of it.

 

Freedom. That was how to get rid of the pain. To be free from HER. But how?

 

Cyren sat down, mentally reviewing all of the work she had accomplished. As the warden, if that term could be used, of this place where justice was meted out to the evil beings that had ever walked, she was kept very busy. Yet out of all of her `guests' she never had had one for this length of time. Of course her mind was focused on Anubis, the former Warlord of Cruelty. The boy with the face of an angel and a heart that was nonexistent.

 

Of course she knew of Talpa but he was denied to her. He had been taken by the Ancient One himself, and she truly did not wish to know what had happened to him. A laugh escaped from her, thinking of the Ancient One and the silly promises he had given Anubis. He had to have known better when he had told the warlord that he was absolved. All who were human answered to her. Period. No one absolved anyone from their deeds in their lives. She reviewed a life, chose a suitable punishment, and acted upon it immediately. Judge, jury, and executioner. Quite simple. She had been doing this since the very beginning of life. Of creation. This was why she was here. Her purpose. She was the ultimate Justice. And nobody had ever escaped her or her world. Nobody.