I hated him. He was adored, the morning star who devastatingly, without remorse, outshone everything else. Fated to be the child of light, whereas I, his little brother was burdened by their words always saying; and he will be the child of darkness. His icy eyes have always overlooked me, carving my future life goal into my flesh, into my soul. To be his equal, for I only wanted my brother,who didn't care about anyone, to acknowledge my existence. So I swore to defeat him. And I did. I looked up, hoping for that glorious moment I've waited my entire life, his face when I finally prove myself to him. Surprise, confusion, shame, admiration...all this was to be on his face. Moment after that I burned everything out of anger for his face was nothing but metal mask he always had, 'poker face' that loved none, those soulless eyes watching me from above, as if nothing changed. My heart broke in two, denying haven't helped all these years, for I loved my brother the most. But in that moment I realized his heart was a rotten wasteland, none could ever live there. He was the child of darkness.