Chapter 48 Void of dreams
Ch void of dream
Milo’s POV
Bone chilling darkness surrounded me.
not the kind of darkness you feel when the sun sets in a field of flowers.
No, this one was thicker, heavier, and depressing like the world had collapsed and left me floating in nothing but a void of space.
I could feel emotions, could run and walk, but those meant nothing when I was stuck in this nothingness, with no sense of direction or where to go.
I don’t know how long I have been here.
There’s no sky, no ground, no wind, no sound like I could shout from now till tomorrow and not hear my voice for a moment. Just… an intense sad silence that continued to press down on me like a heavy weight.
God knows that I was slowly losing my mind.
Is this how I die? Or am I already dead?
Is this me serving my punishment in hell? But they say it is a place filled with fire…
I had thought about it thousands of times. Different thoughts swirling in my mind.
Maybe the powers and strength that had flooded my body had finally consumed me. Perhaps there have to be consequences for everything in this world, and the consequence for the abominable power I had gotten was this…
But then I heard laughter.
Low, cold, and familiar. It echoed around the darkness like it had nowhere else to go but back into me. My eyes widened . This was the first time I experienced something else apart from silence.
I turned, or maybe the darkness shifted around me…I couldn’t tell. But I suddenly saw someone in this hellhole. I have been here all alone.
I almost screamed in joy. My first instinct was to go and hug the person, but I didn’t do any of that.
In fact, I froze, my stomach twisting painfully.
The person was not just any person..it was me, or a twisted version of me.
This version of me stood tall, his eyes blazing yellow, a savage look only seen in wild beasts ready to kill. His mouth was stained with blood dripping down his chin, down to his neck.
My heart sank, the urge to throw up rose inside me. But when I leaned over, nothing came out.
“You’re slower than I remember…ohh did i say slower, and more pathetic” he said, voice curling like smoke.
“Who, no what are you?” I asked, backing away in fear.
“You look at me in disgust…tsk tsk” He chuckled, his mouth carving into an evil grin. “ I am what you buried deep inside. The parts you didn’t want to feel. I’m the cry you choked down. The rage you swallowed. The shame, The truth… I am you”
“I’m not you.” My voice cracked,
His head tilted slightly. “Aren’t you sweetheart?”
He took a step forward. I flinched, stepping back, but I knew it was of no use. I was stuck in this vacuum with nowhere to go.
“You didn’t ask for this,” he said, eyes burning brighter. “But neither did I. You created me. Every time you obeyed. Every time you were used, touched, broken, and smiled through it. Every time you told yourself it was okay just to make it stop, i formed deep in your conscious. ”
I felt my knees weaken. His words are eating away something raw in my heart
“I’m still not like you,” I whispered.
He didn't speak this time. Rather, he lifted his hands, the sadistic grin not still leaving his face.
“It's best I show you”
The world tilted around me, The darkness pulled me into different scenes of my life I thought I had buried away.
I was younger, barely 15 years old. My smaller wrists were bound above my head. My shirt was torn, and a bucket of cold water filled with water hung above my head. I was drenched from head to toe. My father had a look of rage with a whip in his hands, his hands went down, catching my ribs.
“Look how you disgraced this family. You are a disgrace to our bloodline.” The person I called my father sneered, my sister beside him, staring down at me with disgust.
My heart clenched. I knew this day,
It was the day I was confirmed to be trash. The lowest of the trash. It was also that day that I stopped crying.
I watched myself in the memory, my face contorted in rage.
The beast beside me leaned close to my ears.
“Even your own parents despised you, your sister is disgusted on your behalf.The world rejected you.”
“Nooo, stop…” I pleaded, pain exploding around my chest region.
“I am just starting,” he flickered his hands, and the memory changed again.
It was dinner time in my family. Everybody was on the table, well everyone except me. I was on the floor beside it, I was minding my own business with the half potion of food I was given every day.
Then suddenly, my sister millen spilled wine on me, “ohh i am so sorry” she snickered, not meaning any word of her apology.
They laughed
I remembered how I had left my food to clean the floor spotlessly, while my family continued their dinner like nothing happened. Cayze, that was my job in the house, to clean and be invisible. After which I was told to go back to my room, not eating food that night.
“They made you nothing,” the figure whispered. “And what did you do? You jumped at the opportunity to save them when the time came.”
“Pl…please” my heart was sinking in on itself, I could not bear the pain again, but all my pleading fell on deaf ears.
“They taunted you, punished and maltreated you, and yet, you didn't even scream,” the figure hissed, I shuddered in the amount of resentment coming out in waves from him. “You belonged to them, but I can give you back your voice. Unimaginable power. Together, we will have our revenge.”
He reached out his hand.
I trembled. Something inside me cracked. I could feel the fire, the pain I had buried deep inside.
“Come to me,” he said. “Let go. Let it all BURN.”
I felt my surroundings change, this time filled with noise and shootings.
“Please…” I begged him to skip this.
But no matter how I pleaded, it unfolded anyway.
Me, tied to a wooden poll. My bareback torn from the Whipping, blood pouring out from the wounds.
And the people cheering, clapping, and like it was a festival.
“You see?” the figure said gently. “No one ever loved you. Not really. You were a joke, Milo. A stain. You owe them nothing. Come with me. Let the world feel what they made.”
My knees buckled as I saw it replay again and again in slow motion. That exact moment before the executioner’s head was separated from his body.
“I am still not like you…” I said, but it came out weaker than before.
“No,” he snapped, “You are worse than me. Because you still think you can run away from it all.”
The darkness flared around us. Fire burst like veins across the sky. And from it… rose something else.
Something massive. With wings like torn shadows, a crown made of sharp bones, and eyes that bled light. It hovered behind him like it belonged there. Like it belonged to me.
I wanted to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t open.
“I don’t want this!” I cried inside. “I didn’t want any of this!”
He lunged forward, his voice ripping through me:
“You already have it!. You created me out of a deep resentment for this world. The world, fate at large didn’t treat us well. Why do you hesitate to embrace who you have created…together we will burn the world.
The memory world shattered like glass, and I felt myself sinking into a bottomless void. A terrified scream tore through my throat.