The coolness of the cave surrounded me.
I felt everything.
I was like a god.
The cave was mine, and it had been that way since she had abandoned me.
My connection to the outside world was severed.
I was alone.
But that's how I like it.
This cave, these tunnels, had been here since Wan's time.
I was the cave, and all of its inhabitants answered to one man.
Flesh and blood had withered away.
Only bones encased in stone were left.
Occasionally, rumbles disrupted my slumber, but they always came from the outside, that despised place where the dreaded sun shone.
However, people had been trying to get through my tunnel, my kingdom, for centuries.
None had survived.
Although I had not created them, the caves served me well.
They protected me, gave me a place to rest.
Eventually, the people stopped coming.
I heard them whispering outside of my cave.
They spoke of how no one ever seemed to come out of those caves, and how that the lovers who had designed them, did so that they could love in peace and quiet.
I chuckled at that.
These ignorant humans believed that these tunnels were carved by one of their kind?
No.
They were carved by Raava herself, as she and Wan fled from Vaatu's kin in the early days of their partnership.
Ironic. That the man who became Raava's second Avatar, would flee from her as she had fled from him.
For I am Ishigara, the Last of the Demons.
And I am Vaatu's son.