THE PIT OF HELL

"No! N-no! please don't take me there; I'm begging you sir!"

He begged from the man wearing a uniform of the guards, but no matter how much he cried blood in front of them the guards would not bug and even laugh at each other inside the prison that's look exactly like a cave. It's dark and confined inside with both of its side was surrounded by the cell like centipede for how long it lines up inside the place.

The man was kick harshly with their gigantic foot while they continued to aggressively pulled his hair and drag him outside his cell. Upon seeing that Mikelle just continuous to watch inside of his own cell silently where he was their standing behind the bars looking so serious while watching the fat looking man in an elderly age, wrapped both of his arms around one of the guards and then started rubbing both of his hands while kneeling on the ground.

"No please! I don't want to die! I- *ack! *

He cried for mercy, but instead of taking pity they gave the man another kick on his stomach that left him groaning in pain but still continues to murmur the same words from his mouth. The guards then beaten the man with the handle of the sword, leaving him all covered with bruises and wounds before they continue to dragged him out of the prison.

"Hey! You."

Suddenly Mikelle heard a voice calling for him, but the cell inside was colored in pitch back that he could not see the man's face who's calling out for his attention, but by the tone of his voice, Mikelle already knew that it as the man he had just fought a couple of days ago in the arena.

"You over there." The guy whispered. "See that guy earlier, he's going to die." Stated by the man where his silhouette is the only visible on his eyes, sitting on the damp floor while facing him in the dark.

"Not only him, but all of us here are going to die." He added with his stern tone of his voice.

"How can you be so certain?" Mikelle asks the man without showing any fear in front of his eyes.

His action made the man scoff as he walks closer towards the bars. "Did I crack your brain out or something?" He affirmed while spinning his index finger beside his head.

"Don't you see, were all captive in here to be their toys, a fucking human toy!" He burst out of anger that left Mikelle in a deep thought.

'So, this place was not a prison, that must have been a reason why's that man is desperate to live. Huh.' He stared at the ground thinking when he suddenly heard the clumsy foot step of the one of the guard from earlier, who's covered in red paint all over his body that it makes Mikelle frowned when he smelled the rusty metal from him.

"Two of you there, quit yapping and face the wall!"

The guards arrogantly ordered, clacking his swords between their bars.

Just then, before they turned their backs at each other with their hands on their head, Mikelle hears the guy in the other cell speak, and based on the tone of his voice, it's as if he was blaming Mikelle for surviving in the arena.

"If you just let me kill you, then at least one of us could possibly survive." He sneered that left Mikelle facing the wall covered in algae and mold.

'Ha. He's just telling me that I should have die so he can leave this place and survive.'

'Just what I have expect of the human.' He thought as he tried to remembers the name of the five infamous black market that he had guessed where he was locked up in a prison.

'As I remember, the two of the black market has completely destroyed by one of my brothers, if I'm not mistaken then only the three of them was left.' His forehead wrinkled as he remembers the uniform that the guard has been wearing.

'A type of outfit that made out of leather, with an eagle carved on the left side, and based on their hilarious accent then this guy that I have possessed possibly in the country of Jabiah. A place where every slave was punished in the pit of hell." Mikelle stays silent as he tried to figure out everything, but even so he could still hear how the guards from earlier opened his cell with a key.

'No one hardly survive in this hell, that's why every slave was only given a chance to escape once they survive, but to become a slave for other…'

He paused for a minute when he felt the guards step inside his cell, grabbing both of his wrist and head as they secured it with pillory that made out of thick wood, dragging Mikelle out of his cell while holding the chain attach on it as they keep pulling him aggressively as if he was some kind of animal, that even no matter how dark inside the cell of the man he had fought to in the arena, he could sense how he smirk in excitement looking how Mikelle would not react a bit from the guards abused.

As soon as he saw the end of the cave, a blinding light made him squint his eyes that he could even feel the heat of the sun through his flesh, making him fell calm rather than melting under its unbearable heat. Uncountable of people was also there, but instead of shouting like crazy the people outside of the prison was rather silent as soon as they saw his face.

'Ah…I can see now why surviving in this pit of hell was a gamble.'

He thought as he stares into the deep big hole in front of him.

'I don't intend to die or survive just to be someone else slave. My only goal is to kill that man.'

Thinking about the vampire lord itself, made Mikelle blood boil from outmost raged that he does not even care about what danger he might experience inside of the hole, it was too deep that no one could even see what was waiting inside of him.

Just when the guard let go of his chain, Mikelle slowly walks towards the hole.

'But for me to take my revenge, I need to recover my divine power. Now there is only choices I can choose from, either to kill to survive, or destroy this entire place into an ashes….'

Without even thinking thorough, Mikelle grinned in amusement while it left the audiences wearing a luxurious masks and clothes in shocked and enjoyment as soon as Mikelle jump into the pit of hole without even taking off the pillory stuck on both of his hands and head.

'Ha- of course I choose the latter.'

His looks were crazy as he let himself fall into the hole, where he keeps falling and falling deeper, and before he landed, he just distance both of his hands that left the pillory to be cut in half, freeing his hands and head as he landed with his two feet that creates a loud thud on the ground, disturbing the gigantic minotaur who's feasting over the shattered body parts of the man he had seen earlier in the prison.

"A perfect opponent just for me."

Mikelle stated as he charged towards the minotaur without any gears or weapon, looking like a maniac while his eyes shone red in the dark.