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Through a world of darkness walked the black figure, tendrils of darkness, black mountains of smoke, and fields that consumed life surrounded him. The black figure continued to walk, unperturbed by the horrors that surrounded him; after what seemed like an eternity he arrived to a giant gate. Its designs were to frightening to describe, its power radiating, like a black sun. The black figure stretched out his hand, reaching to grasp the gates handles; but before he could reach it, his hand wisped away like smoke.

Valen's eyes fluttered open, he quickly shut them and positioned his arm over them to block the blinding light. His thoughts were slow, they had to be forced, but within a few moments he quickly remembered where he was. The familiar sensation of burning from the radiate room of his cell reminded him, that he was still in the Facility. How cruel it is, he thought, that the only comforting darkness he experienced was that in his dreams.

Slowly he sat up and uncovered his eyes, after being in this room for a year his sight had still not grown accustomed to the constant light. He slowly looked around taking in his surroundings as he had done hundreds of times, the ceiling, the walls, and even the floor had lights installed in them. All of these lights were protected by sheets of industrial glass, even a sledge hammer wouldn't of been able to crack the glass.

Valen stood from his bed and stumbled over to the sink, splashing water on his face, it was refreshing but did nothing to stop the searing pain. The pain was a familiar feeling, brought on by the light that surrounded him. It was not unbearable, but felt akin to how one would feel if their skin was exposed to harsh chemicals.

Sitting back down, he closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings, the screams of a new inmate met his ears. Valen felt pity for this poor soul, little did he known this would be the place he spent the rest of his life. His pity was quickly purged, replaced by the familiar blaze of his anger and hate, it had been one year since he was captured. Today the drunk driver who had killed his dearest friend would be released back into the world, free to live out the rest of his life, never thinking of the dark force that wished strongly for his suffering.

Valen sat there, meditating on the hatred he felt, only feeling it grow stronger in reaction to his discontent. How dare the world lock him away, how dare those lowly humans restrain him! The dark force raged within him, for now he was doomed to sit here and wait. But the day would come when these lights would fade, darkness may be held back for now, but it always returned. After all, it was the final result of all things, and like darkness, he would spare no one of his fury.