The door slams shut, and the light goes off.
Pitch darkness. He waves his hand in front of him, and sees
black, cold, cruel darkness.
Then a flame flickers and illuminates the room.
Room of skeletons.
One by one they come alive
and take on human faces
shapes sizes features
people from history.
and then their voices attack.
swift hrash fuirous mericless
cold.
why did you neglect G.
how could you hang up on I
as she laid on her bed and cried
and called you
which you didn't pick up.
why did you make R suffer so much
after all she has already gone through.
how could you do that to J
and leave her crippled and hurt.
and he shudders at the force
of their blasts
and he backs till he can retreat no more
he stammers stumbles trying
to come out with something
reasons or explanations
but no words come out
and the sorrys doesn't
calm the soul
and he feels something trickling down his head
and it ain't sweat but something red
it feels thick and makes him faint
it's getting slick and drives him insane
and he trips and falls
to his knees
and he cries out
for mercy, and for forgiveness
and his legs hit on something
shiny that glimmers
and he picks it up
and it's a double edged sword.
and he walks towards the light
as his life slowly fades
every step he takes
brings him closer to the gates
and he looks around in sadness
at what he has done
and he looks forward with tears in his eyes
as he hears the words
'Welcome home, my son.'
