Failure (Darkbringer Chronicles)

It has been three weeks since my failure in battle. For three weeks I have been in this hole. Laughed at and pissed on by the creatures that now rule this and the neighboring kingdoms. The remaining humans have formed small colonies in the forests, hiding from the demons. They will not try to save me, this is my punishment for my failure to my people. To rot in this damned hole, kept alive by their magic. Unable to starve, unable to die. They have named me, as if I were their pet. I suppose I am. They call me "Aslin", demon dog. That is a true insult, compared to the atrocities they call dogs. Two nights ago I began to notice a change in my body. My skin turning a dark shade of black, as if burned over a fire, my left hand became clawed. I fear I am becoming one of them. If this is further torture than they have gone to far, or is this just a side effect of the magic they use to keep me alive? Either way, death is preferred. I just need to wait, to plan, I must escape.

So, anybody dislike where they think I'm going with this? You don't know. Maybe you do. I plan on posting a post from the Darkbringer's point of view later today. Check back later Drones.

-The Virus