At first he loved her. Now he hated her. He hated her with a passion, deep within his soul. Rejection had left him this way. Everything he once loved about her he now hated. Her laugh, once a beautiful and melodious sound was now annoying, high pitched and shrill. Her lithe figure, and curly locks now looked atrocious. Maybe if he had been a better moirail, maybe if she hadn't rejected him, things would be different. Maybe he would still love her.
Now all he wanted was her purple blood spilled on the floor. He wanted her eyes to burn with the same hatred towards him as he felt towards her. He wanted her to hate him, to hurt him. If he couldn't get her to love him, maybe he could get her to hate him.
He raised his wand, and fired it. It ripped through the yellow blooded troll. He chuckled with sickening mirth. He laughed with joy at the look in her eyes. His cape billowed out behind him as he fired his wand towards her, his last words being
Do you hate me now? Huh?
Her blood stained the floor. Trickled, streamed across it, leaving smears of Tyrrhenian purple in its wake. He thought it would make him happy. But it didn't. The moment Eridan Ampora killed Feferi Peixes, future Empress of Alternia, he broke.