Not Hell (Part 2)
"My life on Earth was hell. I was weak. Alone. I suffered for years and no one cared. I had to endure my father's beatings and watch him hit Carl, feeling like the useless coward I was." Derek growled in fury.
"I could just stand there and do nothing while my brother's murderer walked out of the courtroom a free man. I had to get terminal cancer to find the strength to get some justice.
"My second life on that fucking ship was hell too. I was a cripple who couldn't walk. I couldn't explain myself or understand others. I could only suffer from hunger and isolation, praying that whoever I met would have mercy on me.
"This life, however, is different." The Void said with a savage smile on his face. "Here I suffer and I'm alone, but at least I'm strong. So strong that I can tear men apart like paper and lift cattle with one hand.