Arcius

The demon sits on the throne, recalling all the punishments he inflicted upon the boy, playing them back in his mind

• I once tortured a soul in hell. And like a fine masochist, he begged for punishment.

• Burn me! Freeze me! Cut me!

• And so I did; it lasted for centuries until one day, I missed the daily punishments, and when I returned, he was weeping.

• I beg you, my King! Please do not forget me again! I promise... I'll be good!

Tears stream down his face as he sobs

• And that was when I realized that he hates himself so much, respects himself so little, that no matter how cruel I was, a mere fraction of my attention gave meaning to his pointless existence...

Then he stands up and walks toward his victim, intending to take him and sit back upon the throne. To break him, and perhaps, even more