The dungeon carried a heavy burden; no one dared enter, except for him, as they knew what rested inside might as well be worse than death. And yet, it wasn't something, but someone, if you could even consider him a human.
The air was thick, carrying the cries of all that had died because of it; only he could stand and hear them, because the voices in his head were louder.
He opened the door to the dungeon, the darkness beyond it devouring the little in seconds, but it was better for a monster to hide in the darkness than to show itself to the light; that way, no one saw how horrendous it looked
The moment the doors were opened, he heard a hysterical laugh welcoming him.
"Your majesty, what could be the occasion for your visit? Food? I'm really hungry, you know."
His tone had changed near the end, from childish joking to bloodlust. He knew that if the chains that bound it were broken, it would definitely not last a blink of an eye before he was attacked.
