Welcome to a whole new hell

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He had lost count of the days after a few millenias or so. Time passed oddly slow, but as the years drove his soul apart, he was less aware, less present altogether. In the end he just laid curled up in a ball, unable to move or seem to live. This was far worse than death, that was certain. He wasnt even a person anymore, he was just a shell. An opening was made and light shone so brightly but he didnt seem to move. "Aleister. We have a cellmate for you. This one is wild, so be careful," the guard said with a cruel smile as he knew the demon hadnt moved in years. The cruelest thing about this place was that it preserved the body physically, so needs like food or nutrients werent needed. He couldnt even keep the braindamage that he would otherwise have developed years ago. So awfully aware yet without the will to act.

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He was still new to what had happened. Jackson didn't understand where he was or why he was forced to relive every awful thing he had ever done in his life. Or see everything he had lost. The times he had rewatched his wife die like it happening all over again. He never had the time to grief. This sure was a hell. Jackson had been hiding in the shadows for what felt like years now. Maybe even longer, it had changed his mind. Changed his whole being. Jackson wasn't a witch anymore, he was now a creature of the shadows - a demon. A few men had caught him, he wasn't' sure what this place was or who these people were. But he wasn't going down calmly. His mind couldn't focus, and it felt like he had tried to break free from their grab for the past hours, only to find out no one was holding him. At least not anymore. Someone returned to him and forced him on his feed. He was pushed out front as if he was a circus animal in front of an audience

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Aleister wasnt sure if he had been blessed or cursed. He was never forced to relive anything, but not experiencing anything just felt like an everlasting darkness. It took him a bit to turn, his bones feeling weary yet nothing was wrong with them. He had laid there for years on his own to move like he had just laid down. It was confusing his mind, making him feel like there wasnt a reality to anything. He got to his feet before he grabbed the guy's shoulder, wondering why he was standing so still, "Hey buddy. You're caught in ya mind.... Wake up," he said in a lazy way, like he couldnt really be bothered with pronouncing his words right, slurring them a little. He pressed his indexfinger back with his thumb to flick it at the guy's forehead, wondering if pain even was a thing in this damned place.

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