*Him*
Ayden lost track of time, being in his cell, in the dark. Between the screams of fear, pain even moans of pleasure. Ayden shivered. He was glad he was a reaper and not a soul in purgatory. He would eat sleep, then again eat and sleep. Orcus would come and go, grunting all the while. Ayden would ask what day it was and Orcus would only shrug and grunt before he would slide him a tray of food, Ayden would only kick it back. He missed the heavy weight of his scythe, it would always be oddly comforting, after all it had been with him for centuries.
Ayden slumped down once again I to a corner and hugged his cloak around him, with the now familiar sounds resounding from purgatory as his background music, he somehow drifted off to sleep. He began to question his sanity, when he opened his
