[ WP ] A warrior from a planetary culture with literally no concept of surrender or quarter sits detained in a POW camp .

I am a warrior of Jinn, and I have failed. I'm a failure. I had one purpose, one function, and I failed. I took as many as I could with me. I performed my duty, and though I failed, my purpose was excised and fulfilled. My life was complete. I did everything I was supposed to do. Everything. I fought, I killed, and I destroyed. So, why am I here? What is this place? Why am I not in the paradise of forever? 
 
 Their faces; I see them all. Husbands, wives, daughters, sons. Children. Their ghosts haunt me in this place. Their frail figures drift like emissaries of suffering. I see nothing but darkness, shadowy figures dancing upon the walls of this chamber, and smell nothing but the stench of death, decay, and disillusionment. I hear their screams, they echo for eternity here, and I fear they will never go away. I now fear eternity more so than forever. I fear I have done something terrible, for I am not in the land that was promised to me. This must be The Cave; the place where the souls of those whose purpose goes unfulfilled rot in agony for eternity. Forever is now only a dream, one from which I will never have the opportunity to taste. This must be Hell. 
 
 I regret. I regret so many things. I do n't think I can regret for eternity. I do n't think I can long for forever. 
 
 I anger. They lied to me. All of them. Their faces haunt me too, but theirs I will cherish, and upon my refurbishment, I will find them, and make them suffer. I will end them, as they ended me. 
 
 I will join these demons and become the vessel that shuttles death upon their doorstep, and when I arrive... 
 
 Their purpose will be to die.
