His screams echoed through the walls.

Every night, he screams, he pleads for it to stop.

For his agony to stop.

For his nightmares to stop.

Every nights, he works up late, tiring himself so much so that he would not dream.

But oh how fate loves to play with him.

Sometimes, it works.

Most of the time, it doesn't.

And he's stuck in an endless cycle of torture.

He sobs.

He begs for it to stop.

The others had tried to help him.

But they were suffering as well.

But soon enough, they had moved on.

He didn't.

He felt dirty.

He felt used.

He was the first one to be sucked in.

And he was the last one to return.

He was the most used.

And he remembered everything.

The tortures he made.

The screams of his victims.

Every single hideous thing that he'd done.

He remembered it all.

He was the element of righteousness.

And it all haunted him.

Every night he screams as he remembers the pain that he'd caused to his victims.

Every night, he hears them begging for him to stop.

For Retak'ka to stop.

It didn't.

He didn't.

Every night, he screams, a reminder of what Retak'ka had done to all of them.

Especially to him.

He might be saved from the villain's clutched.

But he wasn't saved from the terror.

From the memories.

From himself.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fate is also known as Glace >:3

Poor Solar.

Lovelots,

Glace, the Queen of Angst