There are prisons that cage the body.
There are prisons that bind the soul.
And then… there are prisons of silence where even time has no courage to move.
This is where they put Nyx.
Not on Earth.
Not on any known planet.
But on Mars.
A facility built inside a folded dimension, stitched into a corner of reality that denied all powers.
And worst of all this place knew him.
The collar around his neck wasn't just steel. It was alive. It drank his energy, read his thoughts, and adjusted constantly to counter every attempt at resistance. It was etched with a language no living thing remembered, built by architects who feared what came after gods.
And the moment Nyx stirred it tightened.
Inside this dimension, Absolute Erasion was useless. Every aspect of Nyx's power was inverted.
He couldn't erase the room.
He couldn't break the timeline.
He couldn't scream the pain away.
Here, the universe had final say.
The Mind Fracture Protocol
One day though time was meaningless they initiated a forbidden experiment:
The Mind Fracture Protocol.
A machine stabbed into his skull, dragging his consciousness out of his own body and slamming it into a false realm built entirely out of pain, thought, and memory.
They didn't want to just break him.
They wanted to turn him inside out.
And in this spiritual hell, they left him to rot.
The Realm of the Mind The Place Without God
He opened his eyes and found a sky with no stars, no sun, no end.
A plane of ash and glass, stretching to infinity.
Screams echoed across the landscape his own voice, twisted a thousand ways.
Every footstep dragged behind him a chain of his regrets.
Every breath was the memory of failure, on loop.
Here, time fractured.
A single second?
10,000 years.
And in the middle of it all…
He saw Him.
The Devil That Lives in the Mind
He was not red. He had no horns. He had no name.
He was Saitan not the religious figure, but something worse:
The abstract force of pure malice given self-awareness.
A being of shadowed thought, born from every human's despair, now made manifest by Nyx's own self-hatred.
He stood tall, elegant, wearing Nyx's own face but with eyes that bled galaxies and a smile that spoke only cruelty.
"Finally awake, little god?"
"You wanted to erase everything? Fool. I am what cannot be erased."
"Because I am the pain you buried. And pain... remembers you."
100,000 Years of Torture
Time bent.
Nyx was chained in the mental world. His flesh was stripped from him again and again. He was forced to relive his friend's death every cry, every twitch.
Then he saw the children eaten again.
Then he saw himself fail again.
Then he watched the moment he couldn't save anyone replayed, billions of times, until he began to doubt if he had ever lived at all.
Saitan laughed.
He wore his memories like a crown.
Used Nyx's guilt as a sword.
Every time Nyx tried to speak, Saitan cut out his tongue only for it to regrow and the pain to begin anew.
"You thought you had power? You were nothing but a seed..."
"And I am the fruit of your suffering."
"Let me show you what REAL despair looks like."
Time Meaningless The Collapse of Sanity
Nyx lived through solar systems collapsing, civilizations rising and falling, every death he'd ever seen — all inside this mindscape.
He watched his friend get torn apart 40 billion times.
He tried to scream, but forgot what sound was.
He forgot his name.
He forgot what hope felt like.
Then... he forgot he forgot.
And through it all, Saitan danced laughing, mocking, narrating each failure.
But inside Nyx, deep within the final corner of his mind… a spark remained.
Not hope.
Not rage.
Defiance.
Even in complete psychological obliteration he would not surrender his will.
The Final Confrontation
On the 1,000,000,000th "year" or maybe the first Nyx stood.
Naked. Broken. Face melted. Soul burning.
He stared up at Saitan and whispered through shattered teeth:
"You're not real."
The realm trembled.
"You're just everything I hated about myself."
Saitan smiled, but his voice cracked.
"And yet... I win."
Nyx took a step forward.
"You are me."
He took another.
"But I am not you."
And in that instant something flickered in the real world.
Just for a moment.
The collar sparked.
The walls of the containment chamber dimmed.
The pocket dimension... shook.
But He Did Not Escape
The collar rebooted.
The dimension stabilized.
The scientists celebrated.
But none of them saw the tear in Nyx's eye not from pain, but from clarity.
He had faced himself.
And though defeated…
He now understood the depth of his power, and what it would take to reclaim it.
He didn't need to escape.
Not yet.
He needed to wait.
And when the day came…
The universe would kneel.