"Pain," I say as I look him dead in the eye. He goes down like a rock. He screams, writhes, and thrashes on the ground under my powerful gaze. I take pleasure in his pain. I know it's a wicked thought, but pain has been my only companion through the hundreds of years I've been on this earth and I'm not about to let it go now. It's a constant thing that runs through my mind, and it will forever stick with me.