Third Person's POV It has been a week and Azrael doesn't even have the strength to lift his head as he lays on the floor. With his body so weak, they no longer need to keep him in chains. He can't even lift his head, let alone try and escape. With hardly any blood left in his body, and not a single bite of food nor a drop of water since he's been there, every cut, scratch and bruise still sits upon his body as if it was just made. With his body in such a weakened state, it's unable to heal, even something as simple as a bruise. With the cells under the West wing, completely empty and dark, Azrael finds himself lonelier than he's ever been in his life. The constant state of darkness, and the complete silence is the loneliest feeling in the world. He actually begins to look forward, and hopes that they'll actually come down to beat him. Just so the lights will turn on, just so he's not completely and utterly alone in the dark. The darkness is so dark, he can't even see his own h
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