The man's straight, brown hair whipped around his head as he tensed his entire body in pain, restrained only by ropes binding him to a pole. Through his strained expression, he let out a primal roar.
Opposite him was a teenage girl a head shorter than he was. With her deep purple eyes, matching her long, flowing hair, she gazed smugly at the struggling man before her.
The man opened his blue eyes briefly to see nothing but white walls and an armor-clad girl in front of him. His pain coursed through the room, and the girl seemed to leech strength from his suffering.
"Stop, for goodness' sake, stop!" he commanded, but to no avail. The blazing flame of pain within him was rekindled, leading to intense shrieks of pain.
The girl chuckled. "It's all over, doc. With your new powers, I can finally execute Armageddon."
"No!" The dark powers sent through his being were starting to overcome him.
All these years, he had been working to prevent this singular event that would irreparably damage society.
But he had failed. Plans foiled, armies defeated, millions slaughtered.
The girl materialized a stool to stand on. Stepping on it, she leaned her slender body on her burly victim.
"There's no escape now," she taunted.
With that, she stepped down. Before he could contemplate humanity's future under the rule of demons, the stool, deeply infused with dark magic, battered into his head. All went dark.
The games that he had played had come to an end, and the Earth lost its best defender against the forces of the Darkness.
Inspired by MIMtheHERO, I decided to write a dark story. This is what I came up with. I tried my best with imagery and character development, but I can't seem to parallel MIM's skill.
By the way, I'm working on a very long story that I'm going to post final versions of very soon. I'll need to woodshed it a lot, but stay tuned!