Eridan closed his beautiful purple eyes, taking in a deep breath as his hand groped for the weapon in front of him. he had it in his hands, feeling the power buzz from the wand as it electrified him. the dark cold fingers of hatred once more encasing his heart. how dare they! they have decided to leave him, what else could he do? what else could he have done! he looked down, once more opening his eyes to see the world in front of him.
it was months maybe? days? he had no idea, but it was there, then, that he had found who he truly was. The Prince of Hope. It had been written on the walls, carved into the very stone foundation of everything. the game, the hatred, everything stemmed from that. he was going to save everybody. it didn't matter he had killed his only love, he would make it up to her, he would change everything, the universe, even just to have some sort of... hope that she was looking down at him, and smiling.
He turned his eyes towards the sudden, 'honk' the wand moving along with his movements. "You are so unmotherfucking chill man." The subjugating clown sneered out, the insane grin back in place. Eridan's mouth twitched into a scowl, he would deal with him first.
The high-blood moved the wand upward, and with a sudden burst of energy it connected with he clown's chest, sending him backwards as a steady stream of purple blood came down his chest.
"Eridan...?" The highblood scowled down on the usually happy troll, dark hints of malice in his eyes. "Gamzee, what have you done?" His voice was shrill, the wand being pointed down again before he was stopped by a hand pushing him away, Karkat.
"What are you, doing?" his voice broke as he stared down at his dead friend.