Shattering Reality - A Tale of Akai's Shadowed Past

Prologue - Of Darkness and Despair

I knew nothing.
Not what I was, where I was, or who I was.
Who am I? a thought seemed to whisper within my mind, quickly being stifled at the lack of response from the empty husk that composed my being. Opening my eyes in a desperate attempt to gain any measure of understanding at my situation, I immediately registered the grey haze which composed the majority of my vision.
"What?" I spoke aloud, my voice sighing in a flat whisper(As it had always done?), and I struggled to lift myself from the stoney but smooth ground on which I lay, my head spinning as I did so. Eventually making it to my feet, gasping and panting from the energy this seemingly simple exertion required, I looked around the fog, attempting to glean anything beyond it's expanse.
I stopped cold in my observation, as my attention was now entirely focused on a pair of leviathan gates which stood before me, their plates and hinges gleaming a golden light that seemed both comforting and terrifying. A single fragment of thought escaped the darkness of my mind, which I desperately clutched at to gain some understanding of my situation, but all it offered me was a question to which I didn't know the answer.
Is this Heaven?
Staggering towards it, my chest heaving as I vainly sought to breathe, I reached up and placed my hand on one of the doors, reveling in the presence of it's glow. However, upon touching it, my hand began to wither and burn at an alarming rate, and I quickly stepped back to examine the archaic writing which was now appearing on the gate's unmarred surface.
Ye of grievous sin, thou shalt face thine tribulation for committing that which is unforgiveable.
The light from the inscription burned my sight, and I quickly averted my eyes to the darkness behind me, which I now welcomed as a relief to this painful illumination. In the dark haze, I saw another gate, this one far less glorious and forged from black steel, it's expanse illuminated by a terrible red glow that seemed to consume it.
Looking back on the golden doors once more, even though it pained me to do so, I turned and shuffled my way across the foggy plateau once more, straight into the maws of Hell.

Act 1 - Descent into Terror

As I stumbled toward the gates of the underworld, the fiendish aura growing ever more ominous as I grew near, a slight metallic ringing around my neck made me look down in surprise. All thought disappeared instantly as I first registered the enormous gash in my chest, a jagged slash that extended from my neck to my hip, which severed the majority of my vitals and left me a colorless specter from the lack of blood.
My sense of awareness completely vanished as I relived a brief memory, or a nightmare as I should fittingly label it, of a rune-decorated sword piercing my body and gutting my insides like an animal in a slaughterhouse.
So that's it, I thought tiredly, that's why I'm here... While that single thought gave some solace and direction to my situation, it also left me with a sense of instability.
In that fragmented memory, my own hands held the weapon which had left me in this land of the damned.

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I will regrettably be unable to continue this story, apologies to those who wished to read more into it.