'Void' - just one word causes rejection. Something where there is nothing, something where everything you did, the very essence of who you are loses its meaning. Void is the absence of any meaning.

And there is no worse punishment for someone who has invested all of himself in a Goal than the loss of the meaning of this goal. There is no worse imprisonment than the Void, in which you are only able to revel in your anger and desire for revenge. There is nothing worse than realizing the meaninglessness of your existence, when initially you were the Crown of Creation.

Opening his eyes, Melkor again looks into the boundless darkness surrounding him. This place drained his mind more than anything else. He stretches his hand forward and looks through his fingers - nothing changes. Suddenly Fallen Vala regains control and clenches his palms almost until they bleed, digging his sharp black nails into the pale skin. He hated it. Hated the damn 'saints and pure' Valar, hated mortals and hated himself for the stupid actions that led to such an outcome.

Nothing could have ended like this. No, it didn't have to be like this. All his work should not go to waste.

He had to find a way - at least some way - to return or... At least something. Melkor presses his palms to his head in an almost painful gesture, squeezing strands of his long black hair through his fingers.

He will return, he doesn’t know when, but he knows one thing for sure - someday Arda will flare up again... Someday. In the meantime, he can only wait and look for loopholes in this disgusting torture.