The darkness

As he sits at his desk he opens his laptop. The windows logo welcoming him.....to what? He sees nothing but darkness. The darkness that enveloped him years ago still surrounds him like fog. It whispers things he wishes not to understand nor accept. He wishes not to be a creature of the night, the spawn of the evil one and yet cannot help but feel so. A dread falls over him as does a sudden flash upon realization that the darkness is overwhelming him. The light? None. For in the tunnel he now travels, is the one place that light cannot go. He falls to a deep sleep as the essence of his being escapes him. The darkness has descended. The darkness has claimed its victim. The darkness.......is pleased.

He drifts in the darkness, wondering what is to become of him.  His tortured soul writhing in agony as demons and terrors too gruesome for the human mind to even begin to comprehend; attacked him, clawed at him, left their cold spit on him and reduced him from a proud man to a pathetic rag doll.  They finally had him, they could finally do what they want with him.  He was theirs.  Suddenly a roar echoes through, the demons runaway panicking as the man is pulled upwards.

He arises from the shadows of darkness and finally sees a light.....and beyond this light there are endless dimensions. Some full of pain, some full of pleasure, some full of happiness and some filled with disaster. He hear a voice inside his head whispering, "all futures are yours and yet mine, their power over you is only equal to the power you give yourself". As this happens he turns to see a scale. And an eye. Watching with no emotion. A calm and collected conscience neither aiding nor abandoning, merely observing. A voice rings in the man's head. Death or glory. Which do you choose? Before an answer can be given a blinding light. Darkness. And then light again as he opens his eyes to the possibilities of endless universes. Each with a unique and equally probable future.