The Beast was tormented. Poked and taunted like a caged animal by the people. He thought the people had learned. Had seen through the black veil covering his being. He thought the perilous quests were enough. He thought total devotion was the key. He thought containing and maintaining control was enough to get them to see past it. But it wasn't. None of it was. The Mut entered the ranks the same as him, but rose to power. Why not him? He had devoted all his being to the leaves but nothing came. No results. No signs that it was worth while. Only confusion and sadness. Had he wasted his life? On a wooden seat amongst the trees, he sat, crying. His dream had been crushed. What more could he have done. Laughter. Laughter rose up in his mind. The Flame had awakened; engulfing the young man's conscious.
Like thunder, the laughter rose and rang in his head. Then a dark voice, faint at first, but echoing through him started to manifest itself. Pup...what is wrong…? The laughter rose up again, the voice teasing the man. Embrace the hate you feel...use it…show them what it is you want…what it is they should fear…make them pay…show them the true nature of the beast…
The man shook. Every fiber of his being shook with those words. His heart raced. Black matter oozed from his center, engulfing him, swallowing him whole. Ears sprouted from the top of his head. Four black tails tore at the air. Innocent yellow eyes held back a will and passion for destruction. The Beast looked up to the sky and howled, cracking the wind. A fifth tail came to be, and the beast shot off. Wind surrounded him, and it crashed through blocks of the village. Metal twisted. Glass shattered. Wood splintered and cracked. People massacred, lying on the ground motionless. A voice entered his mind. A delicate one, full of compassion and sorrow. The beast turned to see a girl with long raven hair. Her milky eyes bore tears of sadness, and asked the Beast to stop. The man she once knew was no more, but a demon in disguise. The Beast dashed at her, and a claw sot through her body, breaking her spirit and sending it to oblivion. Crimson tears spewed out of her, and the Beast looked at what he had done. But he soon turned his attention toward challengers. The Mut was with them, and so was the Cherry Blossom he adored and was close to. This did not faze him, for he saw them as mere obstacles. Another low roar filled the air, and the Beast attacked swiftly and deadly, claws digging and tearing into their hides, killing both in an instant. A sixth tail appeared, and now the man was turning into something far more deadly. It was the release of the true Beast and nothing could stop it.