Diabolic Eternals

An Zhao was too blank with his own surging pain to listen or to answer the baseless questions of his torturer, he didn't want to know who he was, or if he had come to kill him or ask if he had accomplices. He had only ever seeked the truth, he knew the whole system of the empire was flawed, there was no equality, the difference between the black hearts and the pure hearts weren't a mere difference of their deeds but it was rather of power. The black hearts were powerless, people without to almost no magic, hence they were easy targets to be pushed down by the pure ones to be deemed as the black hearts so to take them in as mere servants, as mere enjoyments for them to show their dominance, in most cases they used to look for young maidens , deeming the male in their families as being the black ones thereby killing them off an taking the maidens to serve them but An Zhao's case was different, he had no family neither any friend but he wanted to change even if it meant for him to die but he still with all of his heart wanted to bring in the change but the loyalty of the whole empire was too strong to succumb to a single person, he was certain to gather similar black hearts so to bring about the rebellion but for his own group to have surrendered him to the pure ones of the gold castle was a big blow to his optimism, he wasn't shocked but rather disappointed with himself, hence accepting his fate he kept quiet, silence was his answer to the person standing in front of him, he knew death was on it's way and he'd accepted it. Yet fate had never sided with An Zhao and till now it hadn't been too sympathetic of him to let his suffering end so soon.