The tingling in her leg was escalating into a sharp pain, but Opal paid it no heed. She lay as still as possible, afraid to do more than breathe. The darkness around her was impenetrable. It seemed, to most, an easy sentence for her crimes. Solitary Confinement, 24/7. But Opal Koboi knew better. In the seemingly peaceful darkness, things moved. The dark ones came. Crying. Whispering.
They told her things. Things from another point of view; a terrifying point of view. They frightened her. If she were still enough, she could hear them. They were everywhere: dancing, chanting, creeping. She used to not want to hear them.
But things had changed. Or rather, what they said changed. Lately they whispered of glorious things, passed from ear to ear, demon to demon. Glorious news of her coming escape and reign over the earth. She would conquer again. She needed to hear them again. Hear that terrifyingly sweet, enchanting voice.
A movement to her right. She cowered, then slid her eyes slowly over, careful to breath quietly. She watched as a shadow took form and drift toward her, like a cloud of smoke. It leaned toward her, and she imagined it considering. Considering whether she was worthy of such wisdom. Then it whispered in a rasping voice. But oh so sweet and intoxicating.
“Your time comes, Empress Koboi.”
It was a simple message, but enough for her. She smiled feverishly, an insane light gleaming in her eyes.
The chuckling heightened into a hysterical, shrieking laugh.
She comes. She comes.
The whisper spread through the shadows ominously, the echo bouncing off the walls of her small prison.