He always thought it was a gift that he could see in the dark, in came with the territory. It kept him alive during the hunt or patrol. He could watch his lover sleep in the middle of the night in perfect clarity. But now he wished he could just turn it off, make it go away. Sure he could close his eyes but his brain, dead as it was, had chosen that moment to stop working. He should've stayed in the basement, at least things made mild sense down there. These days mild was all he was going to get, so he lived with it. It didn't help that the bleedin' First Evil was breathing down his neck. By the looks of it, it had done trying to make him its pet killing machine and taken to mocking him instead. The problem was he didn't know which was worse.
"Bitch"
He barely heard it. None of his heightened senses seemed to be working, save the one that forced him to watch the abomination before him.