Conquest

 Darkness. Endless darkness.
 

Once, their eyes were blue like the sky at midday. Now, these are burst  bubbles, lips of flesh beneath their eyelids. Their tear ducts still work,  and they stream down their face, alongside with blood and the last drops of the vitreous. 

Sitting on the corner of the  room, they hugged their knees, hiding their broken body,  trying to unite what pieces remained remained in futility.
 

They didn't know how long it had been since the dismantlers of their form did their work. When you are dead inside, it becomes irrelevant.
 

They cried for hours, voice they found nearly as pathetic as their own state of affairs, croaking like a dying frog.
 

***
 

In darkness, time finds no ways to express itself. No light of the sun to count the hours, no shifts of the moon to tell the weeks, no pulse in the retina to tell the routine you should follow

Hours, maybe days,  had passed in catatonia. What remained of their awareness knew  that the dismantlers would return, and they longed - no, begged - for that to happen any moment.
 

Slowly, they noted, their consciousness began to return. This is because they began to see static again. All around them, like snow falling from the sky.
 

Before they could question how that was possible, several small stars appeared in their vision. These weren't stationary: wherever their head turned, the minuscule suns would follow. They began to increase in number until they formed a brilliant white light, stronger than the pulse of any star. 

The few shadows that remained in that glass prison were gone.
 

That light filled their body, in a searing magnitude that made a sunburn seem like an itch, permeating all corners of their flesh. The despair was gone, but so were all their other  emotions. The mind was blank, and the ambiguity of consciousness returned.

They remained blind, the black simply replaced with the white.
 

Gradually, the radiance began breaking it various lights. Violet,  orange, green, yellow, blue, cyan, red and colors no normal human being  would detect manifested all around, all at once, giving an intense  density to the white light.
 

As reality became a rainbow, their emotions returned, and they screamed in  ecstasy, pain, sadness, happiness. All emotions were flames, and their body was just a broken vessel, so it cracked under the pressure.

Flesh and mind alike turned to ashes.
 

But they weren't gone. Rather, they were restored. They couldn't see their own body, but they felt it complete, charged, healed. The eyes weren't any shreds of meat, but full spheres, even if they couldn't see.

How could they capture any light, if they were light now themselves?
 

<I am within you and all around you. I, the light-bearer, permeate  existence. Even the rocks and the ice have light within.>
 

"W-who are you?" they asked. 

For once, their voice was melodious, and they paused, listening to it again in their mind.
 

<I am the conscious mind and the pride inherent to all of humanity,  which deludes itself to believe that I am dark, when I am the sun that  they owe their lives to. I am Helel Ben-Shachar, but I have been known  by many names, from Hyperion to Heosphoros.>
 

"God?"
 

<No, the fallen.>
 

Yellow light began to become more prevalent. A deep sense of unease began to build within them.
 

<Do not worry, all the propaganda is false. You  will serve greatly as my champion on Earth, my warrior of light. If you refuse, I  will restore you to your sad, broken state. I trust you will make the  right choice.>
 

"That sure doesn't sound like a threat."
 

The yellow was replaced by a peach glow.
 

<All you have to do is to use this gift I am bestowing upon you. You will do what you desire, because it is what I desire.>
 

"Thanks for the offer, but I would rather die than be Satan's minion."

The peach was replaced by a cyan, the coldest of the lights.

<So mote it be.>
 

***
 

The glass cracked, as did steel, concrete, stone. All personnel, and the multiple broken ones within, were all gone, freed from reality by the light.
 

Gone as quick as it arrived, it was reduced to a figure, broken beyond repair, their body fallen on the ground as it was for the longest time in that cell.

But there were two new details.

The first is that the body was now truly lifeless, nothing clinging on to suffering, to shame, to nothingness.

The second is that they were now truly free, from light and from dark.