Author's note: Hey all! I usually don't like to break the fourth wall in my writing, but since I didn't really make it clear with the "M" next to the content rating, this is the chapter where it starts earning that "M", so, in other words, this has been, your "Graphic alert" (God that sounds cheesy)

"Sir, he's reached the point of abandonment". "Never mind that, what the hell's he doing to him?" "I don't know sir…we should be noting this down!". "You're sick M.D, you know that? Get the specialists together and prepare them for immediate insertion"

Rythian was having a worse day.

He stood on the roof of his castle, scanning the forest.

"Abandoned"

It was hopeless, she must have had at least an hour's head start. He would have been able to find her, if he…no, he had to forget about it.

"Weak"

He couldn't even hold onto this one little thing, this last shred of hope he had, lost to the wind.

"Hopeless"

"SHUT UP" Rythian yelled behind him, but there was no-one there, just the wind.

"Coward"

Rythian stumbled down the steps and into his castle, Sjin was in every window, laughing at him, taunting him.

"Powerless"

Lalna was at the door, with a girl with dark hair on his arm, "You never had a hope anyway" he taunted, as Rythian lunged for his throat, but he faded into mist, reappearing inside his castle, the girl grinned a vicious grin at him.

"Alooooone"

Rythian clamped his hands to his ears, ignoring the purple blood dripping from the girls' claws.

"Poisoned"

His blood boiled in his veins, it was toxin, burning through and corroding his brain. He wanted to drive a spike through his heart and let the poison flow out…flow…and burn and corrode and itch and birth a thousand ravenous blood locusts to feast on Lalna's flesh.

"Blood"

Rythian fell onto the rim of the bath that never worked, his sword clutched in his hand, he held it so hard it hurt. The girl was standing at the doorway, her purple claws cast nightmarish shadows over the room, Rythian held the sword to his wrist.

"Power"

Power. Yes, power was all that mattered, and there was power in life, and there was life in blood. Rythian cut, he cut deep, and purple blood spilled from his wrists and stained the bath, tiny, black creatures grew from the blood, and he watched them grow, he watched them grow into men, men with claws and black skin and beautiful, beautiful purple eyes, but then they faded into mist.

"Nanosounds"

Rythian turned, that was her name, and oh, the power, the power that he saw shining through the growths on her skin, it was so, tantalisingly, singularly beautiful.

"Growing"

Yes, he saw it, she was growing, becoming more…like him…but better. No, that could not be allowed, why should she have that power? When he could have it, he would cut her open and bathe in her blood, and he would take her power, and he would make things right again.

"Unstoppable"

Rythian launched himself at the girl, but she was mist as well, they were all mist. Rythian would find the real ones, the people that weren't made of mist, he would find them and he would introduce them to Rythian, the real Rythian.

"Revenge"

Rythian stood on the top of his castle, he needed to hear their screams, to punish them, and he longed for revenge. But revenge for what? Revenge means punishment for some wrong doing, but everyone's done something wrong, right?

"Enderborn"

Rythian peered into the distance, and he saw Lalna's lab, he could see for as far as he wanted now, he was becoming himself again. Rythian would have his revenge, on all of them, no-one was safe from the Enderborn.

No-one.