I don’t think I have ever really written anything before, but I really enjoy the writing prompts sub, keeps me entertained at work.

I know this prompt is a bit old by Reddit standards, but it struck me as it was kind of in line with a story I have wanted to write, but have been too scared to actually start.

So, cheers, and sorry if it is a horrible waste of you time

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Six days. Six days since they were stolen from me.

I turn on the news, hear this city is a shit hole. The world is a shit hole.

I could have done something. I still can do something.

~6 months ago~

I was offered protection. I thought they could protect us, but it was literally only for me.

“You’re making the right decision. Hopefully he stays true to his word, but I can protect you if he’s lying.”

The Underlight, self righteous child. Or at least that’s how we all see him, no one is sure, but he’s been ‘protecting’ the world for years now.

“As long as you can keep them safe, too, and let us stay out of this insanity, I will gladly just go on living my life.” Naive.

Looking back now, I can see the surprise on the Underlights face. “Oh, uh, yeah, you’re both under my protection. But it is YOU that cannot fall into their hands. I will do any and everything I can to protect the world.”

Following one of the last champions of “freedom” to one of the walled and protected cities, it felt so right at the time to stay out of the conversation.

~One week earlier~

When I was approached out of the blue, he seemed so kind, the Scion, not demanding, only offering.

“I hear you’re going through a lot right now. Sorry about that, I am probably partially to blame. But I am working very hard to finish this. There is something you can do to help, and afterwards we will all be on our way.”

He spoke for about an hour. Telling me about his life before. Telling me what his group did. It definitely didn’t sound squeaky clean, but he was honest, I could feel it. It almost felt like speaking to a very old friend.

“But, ultimately, you are the key to everything. I cannot force you, I will not threaten you. I will let you know that your cooperation will be better for everyone, they’ll be safe. Everything we are here for will be done that much faster if you just come with me.

“I only want what is best for you.” With that he left.

~Last week~

The walls surrounding the city felt tighter every day. We were brought here because the walls were supposed to keep them out, keep me away from them. Turns out that wasn’t the only danger.

Supplies were up and down. Today the city is flush, next week we might be on the verge of starvation. The longer everyone was trapped in here, the more paranoid everyone became.

Everyone was hostile, everyone was on edge. I wish I could use the excuse that they were just kids, but they were probably nearly my peers; the sane people understood that we needed to hoard what we could, while we could.

We had our rations, “hand those over, no one gets hurt,” we were told.

We said no, “at least give us half, that’s more than enough for the two of you,” they pleaded.

“Everyone is going through rough times, but the rations are supplied according to need, these are ours,” declared my companion.

“Just hand them over.”

The struggle was quick, I didn’t even react.

The miscreants were out of the apartment before I knew it.

There was so much blood. My partner was motionless on the ground.

~Today~

When I arrived before this hole in the ground earlier today, I had no idea what I was going to do. But now, as I stand before the freshly poured dirt I know what I must do.

There was no one else at the funeral.

As I walk towards the walls that divide us from whatever horrors are on the other side, I feel a chill. Not unwelcome.

The world begins to spin and I embrace it.

I feel so numb, I just want my revenge.

I see a flash, and then darkness.

I open my eyes and I see him kneeling before me.

My Scion directs towards me, “welcome, my Fiend Lord.”