Milo's POV
I woke up again in the void, this has been going on for at least a week now, I wake up in darkness and die in darkness. It had gone on for so long that I don't even fear what comes anymore seeing as there seems to be no end, may as well embrace the cold. I had created a small cube that reminded me of the Dwemer Puzzle Cube, that played music to keep me distracted while I tried to come up with ways to escape the void, no matter how many times I died I was determined to find a way out of here. At the moment, "Seven" a song by Boondox was playing, I couldn't control the music box so much as I could will a certain song to play that matched my mood. Seven was a song that I usually woke up to, it symbolized that I was usually scared when I first woke up until I remembered everything. Where I was, Who I am, and How I got here, usually dying the previous day; At this point, I was so used to the cold embrace of the void that I would be more terrified if it was warm and inviting, as if someone else was in here with me. No matter how much I looked around, confirming I was alone, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Lucifer's POV
Gloria walked in as I sat at my desk, watching through the eye of the void as paranoia and insanity gnawed at Milo's being. She walked up and took a seat next to me, only to go stiff and start singing along to the song that was being played.
"A tisket a tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket, turn out the lights and lock your doors; praying that he passes," She sang in a nonchalant way, almost as if she were in a trance, and when the song ended she slumped forward before gaining her sense of self back, "Lucy, what the fuck was that?!"
"That was an answer to my question. Meet Milo, a 20-year-old man who died too soon, and upon reaching the gates of Heaven was rejected for questioning the big man himself. You know, God forbid man to sleep with a man as he would a woman and all that shit. He fell from the heavens, as we did, but instead of fighting and being sent back to his body he gave up on his life and fell all the way down here. If you want more proof, just listen," I said, signaling to the monitor as the song changed with Milo's mood, from fear and hopelessness to curiosity and paranoia.
Milo's POV
"No See Umz", a song I remembered from before I died, a beautiful piece of art from Tech N9ne played as I started walking around and found some of the markings I had made. One of an eye, within the walls of a heart, I remembered this sigil: It was something I had marked to remember how I had gotten here. I got broken-hearted by someone who said they would be with me to the end, only to stab me in the back and leave me behind, villains aren't born; They're made, and all I wanted at that very moment before I hung myself was vengeance upon the one who pushed me. I continued walking around, following the walls that hung on one side of the void, the separation between expectations and reality. The wall that shielded the boulevard of broken dreams, the highway to hell, the beginning and the end. It was all one road, but no one knew because they hadn't been here. I found another sigil, further along, this one was a reminder of why I was here, and when I pressed my palm against it my entire body flooded with pain; Yet I couldn't take my hand away, it was almost as if the sigil was a trap made of crazy glue, until the song changed. "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" started playing, and as if I was in a trance I sang along, letting the words flow through me like coding through the motherboard of a computer.
Gloria's POV
I heard the lyrics coming from him, and the pain that came with them, it hurt to hear him sing because his pain and emptiness washed out as the words followed. I wanted more than anything to go help him out of the void, but I couldn't, I was glued to my chair and the only thing I could do was sing along until the next song came. That's when I felt it, the fire of rage brought to life within the soul of this beautiful boy, and yet no one but me and Lucy could see or hear it. The song that played next was beautiful, full of hope, rage, and sorrow. That showed me something I never thought to see again, true beauty in a land of ugliness, a pure soul asking, even more so begging to be excepted by someone, anyone to end his pain.
Milo's POV
My parents had taught me growing up that boys don't cry, that as a man my job was to bottle up my emotions and deal with them later, but I didn't care anymore about what those sorry shits had to think about me. They weren't here, they couldn't feel the creeping cold nor the agonizing pain, and so I sang in a voice I hadn't thought possible: Hope, paving the way for the pandora's box of emotions locked within. Today may not be the day for me to break free of these chains, maybe not even tomorrow, but one day...one day, I shall escape this void, and all that would let me drown shall know the fire within. These thoughts I heard guided my body through the void, as the song changed back to a Tech song, and shined a light on the room around me. It wasn't empty, if anything it was full, full of darkness and the emotions of those who laid down and accepted defeat, accepted their fate and destiny; But that wasn't me, I wouldn't be trapped here forever, I would get out of here. As the emotions overtook my actions, I had no restraint left to show, and as such, I let go of everything from the past life that would hold me down as I willed myself to float. If there were someone watching me in this eternal prison of the void, they weren't just going to let me go, I had to give them a reason. I knew that if I released it all at once I would pass out, but that was a risk I was willing to take, and I did.
"WHOEVER'S HERE, POKING AND PRODDING TO FIND OUT HOW I WORK, FEEL THIS!!" I shouted, letting everything out, and as I fell a nova of blinding fire left my body and illuminated the entire void, and the last thing I saw was a beautiful looking mansion and two pairs of eyes watching me.
'Gotcha' I thought as I fainted, landing back on the ground, but I couldn't feel it, 'Hello darkness, my old friend'