He wasn't pleased with the present situation, nothing seemed to be going his way. Nothing anyone said or did made him feel. He felt nothing, utterly empty, a chasm of darkness within his heart. The very day he cast himself into the Abyss, he had taken on the beasts within, attempting to prove himself in some way, to show that he could match his fathers strength.
Yet it was not equaled. He had been over run by the madness within the darkness. He had forgotten the lessons, when entering the darkness, you shield yourself with everything you have. If for a moment there is a sliver of doubt, it will encroach upon your heart and tear you asunder.
The shadows swirled around him, binding his arms over his head as blood trickled down his chin, the wounds he had received were nothing compared to the mental anguish he felt. Over and over the shadows whispered horrid things to him.
It was his fault his Mother was dead. It was his fault he couldn't protect her. He wasn't strong enough. He had abandoned his twin in favor of pursuing revenge and strength.
He was a monster.
His will slowly being broken with every word, he felt a shadow coil around his throat, cinching tight as he let out a startled gasp. "Unhand...me...you've no right to treat me in this manner!"