Deathrow22:Hours part1-90 years ago

SOLITARY ROW-EAST CELL BLOCK-CELL 3245896-16 HOURS AFTER DEATH

A hundred and twenty years ago, on the far western continent of the Western world my mother gave birth to me. I was born into a royal family in a race or family of warriors. This family was the prestigious Blackblaze family. I was their best warrior, hunter and killer acknowledged by the Western government I was soon to be on of their greatest military officers and Assassins during the great Eastern massacre.
Ninety years ago. I set the foundation for this newly reformed Western Government of the war torn, eastern Occupied, Western world. After the legion of the five hundred kings Government failed in our world the Eastern monarchy of the eastern world Decided to take control of us Western "savages" as they called us. Unknown to them that a new government formed by an ambitious revolutionary decided we should fight back. We did.
Ninety years ago. We drove them back to their world and reshape the government, and then we buffed up our military might and made a declaration of war against the Easterner’s. Using ten super soldiers we crushed them. I was one of those ten super soldiers.
Ninety years ago I murdered 4,160,912 human beings on order of my superior officers. And after I wrongly slaughtered both the innocent and the enemy I swore to never kill again. I resigned my military position and took the throne of kingship in my family my mother died of sickness my father in the war.
Eighty years ago, Acknowledged by the government again for my "heroic efforts" in the manslaughter my ten comrades and I were given a promotion in the newly established caste system and was made a politician called the Mandarin.
I vowed to myself to live a clean life and restart off my horrid past military exploits. I married Nefertiti at the age of forty but our relationship was a distant one, as our duty to our continents would in fact invade our personal life as an honest couple.
Life was all well; up to my incident with the law and my friend, Iaznagi’s death. Now I’m stuck here, in Deathrow. Accused and found guilty for Iaznagi’s death.
Sixteen hours after having my heart implode inside me, I have come back form the brink of the afterlife, in tattered rags that were once my clothes; my body was now healed from whatever wounds were inflicted upon me and now I am tired and exhausted from the whole ordeal.
Lying on my side, I was. In cased in a white cell much like a mental institution but without the nice comfy pillow walls. My body was restrained by chains, constricting all possible movements and twitches, and that sucked because my nose was itchy. For a very dark and insanitary jail this was the cleanest and brightest place I’ve seen yet. Outside however, my eyes burned at the site of a tall, thin, Hades looking down on me in this godforsaken cell of mine.
Hades knelt near the bars of my animal cage his clothes still soaked in blood and sweat from a rough day at work. He began to speak to me, “Ahh, you live, interesting I have been standing out here for so long, Waiting here to see if you still live after the amount of hurt Yussupov dished out to you. You know I had my doubts about the Mandarins intuition but here you are breathing like one of us again.”
“Oh that’s why you’re here I thought you were going to let me out you know be nice for once?” I replied.
“Were you expecting that to happen, because I can guarantee you that is a far cry that’ll lead to further disappointment for you.” Hades said.
“Oh I am already disappointed because the first thing I got to look at is you when I wake up.” I insulted him, but he could care less.
“So how’d you do it? How’d you cheat death?” He asked.
“Like hell I’m telling you.” I denied him an answer.
“Well I guess I’ll be going then, I have been scheduled too get chewed out by my boss today thanks to a few hate full basrterds who I call my co-workers.”
“Oooo, that’s gotta suck for you.” I said to him sarcastically, I could really care less about the problems going on in his career.
Hades left moments later leaving me again isolated by cold solitude, “This sucks!” I said to myself.