Nailed to a cross made from steel, is a man well known for lightning manipulation yet in the thunder fields of Hell towers 444th floor, he's just like any other being, not powerful, not special, Trash.
There are several other metallic pillars from across the vast landscape of dead greens. It makes the surge of lighting even stronger, making mere survival impossible, yet hell has its own miracles. No one dies in hell.
He hangs emotionless, expressionless, no thought could be read from his blank face. By the looks of it, hes exhausted as hell its self, but the skies have yet to have forgiven him.
He lost the ability to speak with the lightning, it could neither understand him, nor protect him like it did for so many centuries.
"Struck me" he laughed but with no humor. "Make my pain yours"
He was struck 77 times in a second passing, it was not satisfied and did so for another 1,500,000 times.
He was silenced, head bent down, burnt, but not to crisps. From his eyes came out blood, to most it would look like tears, but to him, it was his pride.
No one ever comes to visit him, he's the newest prisoner in hell, yet his punishment was already so severe.
Many fear him even without his attained level when he was amongst the free souls. In weird days, even the Demons back down just from his aura that even the demons did not have.
He is.. the one and only, Spark Black wood.
There are several other metallic pillars from across the vast landscape of dead greens. It makes the surge of lighting even stronger, making mere survival impossible, yet hell has its own miracles. No one dies in hell.
He hangs emotionless, expressionless, no thought could be read from his blank face. By the looks of it, hes exhausted as hell its self, but the skies have yet to have forgiven him.
He lost the ability to speak with the lightning, it could neither understand him, nor protect him like it did for so many centuries.
"Struck me" he laughed but with no humor. "Make my pain yours"
He was struck 77 times in a second passing, it was not satisfied and did so for another 1,500,000 times.
He was silenced, head bent down, burnt, but not to crisps. From his eyes came out blood, to most it would look like tears, but to him, it was his pride.
No one ever comes to visit him, he's the newest prisoner in hell, yet his punishment was already so severe.
Many fear him even without his attained level when he was amongst the free souls. In weird days, even the Demons back down just from his aura that even the demons did not have.
He is.. the one and only, Spark Black wood.
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