Emotions are supposed to be generally on the happy side of the spectrum. Only occasionally would the happiness be interrupted y strife, grief, or anger. Most, normal people lived like that.
Malik Ishtar was the opposite. Happiness was a simple, not oft-occurring glimpse in days of unhappiness, drudgery, misery, toil. Smoulderings of resentment, rage. Every once in a while a glimpse would occur, a shaft of sunlight pierce his dark world. Usually this was Rishid. Twice it was when he was actually allowed to the surface.
But this was always followed by furious scoldings, punishment, more unwanted burdens being thrust in his hands. Shame, resentment, frustration, anger. Helplessness. A feeling of being inconsequential. Hope, the faint starlit glimmer, continually further and further away, even as he grew older, stronger.
Then pain. So much pain, white-hot agony making him scream until his throat was raw and coughing up blood to stain his hands as red as the burden being carved on his back. And then blackness.
Swimming towards the light until the pain pulled him back into the darkness; not the pure floating bliss but the cold, hated, musty shadows of underground. Pain made him gasp; gasping caused more pain.
Why? Why why why? Others were happy. Why was he in pain, hated, unloved, trapped, controlled? Fury. He didn't want to be controlled.
Impotent rage, pain, injustice coalescing inside his heart until he felt his organs imploding, curling shivering into a ball, the simple action making a thousand character worth of pain sear anew into his back, until he tried to scream and found his voice would not work; yet still he screamed and screamed until his mind was blank from lack of air, and something, something he had carried all this time, emerged.
He could feel it growing, feeding on the pain and the anger and making it go away, slowly taking over, leaving him in the blissful reaches of the blackness.
Yami no Malik, to become commonly known as Marik, had power, power to match the trapped emotions of his other.
His eyes glinted with the light that only revenge, combined with a healthy dose of insanity, could produce.
Yami no Malik was not trapped.