‘Light at the end of the tunnel’ is a mockery that seems to reverberate through the abyss of darkness and dank air. All he cares about right now is the feeble glow from a torch somewhere in the passageway that stretches to freedom beyond a sharp turn. He chuckles at the remembrance of what ‘freedom’ looks like – a decrepit land of decay, nourished by bloodshed and hopelessness.
The heavy darkness around him continuously gathers strength to break his resolve, to resign to his fate, to wallow in self-pity but he trains his gaze on that slow dancing of light in the distance. Hope is so mesmerising that the ice cold steel bars holding him hostage disappear before him and the absolute darkness slowly breaks its chains.
Daemon has been banished to a tear in the continuum of time by the Lord Hades; proclaimed an Untouchable in the Underworld, to the ferocious uproar of the general assembly ghouls. The massacre on an army of fellow Deadlies by Slash has left a mark in history. The smell of revenge is now more delectable than the taste of blood to the ever hungry Deadlies; their grotesque forms throb in unison, like a sinister mass metastasizing.
Now, in his cell, a thunderous call beyond that sharp turn has travelled by the slick stone walls as tremors that run through his body. Spellbound by hope, Daemon closes his eyes and harnesses this wave of energy. Hope will break him free. In time.
Written by: Ms Mel Ng
Inspired by: Rude Boy’s NFT by Trym Ruud
