Alec stood valiantly, his gilded armor gleamed with the light of the world’s hope. He stood atop a crumbling bridge facing his opponent, trying to keep his mind off the ominous clouds and lightning strikes high above. He glanced quickly down below, taking note of the horde of animated corpses climbing up the cliff-side.
The world was but a wasteland, naught but fault lines littered throughout barren lands. Across the bridge was a long sought-after treasure, guarded by a knight in black. Alec studied his opponent. The Black Knight donned armor wrought from the very fires of hell, his menacing mace forged by Lucifer himself. Though Alec could not see his face, a dreadful sense of pride seemed to emanate from the Black Knight. The Knight was prideful for the horde of undeath is his creation; his fallen opponents.
Alec grabbed hold of his sword and faced his adversary with determination. He felt his innards start to quake in fear but steeled himself and belted out a war cry that would stagger Titans. With a step, Alec charged. He seemed to carry the weight of the world upon his shoulders, making the bridge beneath him tremble with every step. Closing in on the Black Knight, Alec raised his sword high and brought it down with force upon his foe. As the Black Knight parried, a shock wave emanated from his feet. The Black Knight winded up, took a step forward, and unleashed all of hell’s fury upon Alec. The blow nearly cracked his armor but Alec took it in stride, readying for another strike.
The battle raged on, blow after blow. The Black Knight seemed relentless. While Alec started to show fatigue in his movement, the Black Knight showed no signs of wear. The Black Knight kicked Alec to the ground and raised his hands high, chanting in a demonic tongue. Alec knew that this was his end.
Knowing that not even the heavens could interfere, Alec relented and watched as a pillar of fire engulfed him. He glanced past the Black Knight once more, looking for the treasure, the one thing that could bring him release.
Stuck in hell, Alec had not known the sweet song of sleep in the years past. The treasure he sought would not bring him out of hell, he knew he would never have that chance. The treasure would merely allow him to sleep. He fought the minions of hell seeking that treasure hoping for the chance that he may see his lost lover in his dreams.
((Insomnia’s a bitch. It gets really scary when you’ve been awake for more than 60 hours and sleep doesn’t seem to be coming in the foreseeable future. So maybe I get a bit morbid…))