Pain. Pain! PAIN!
That was all the memories would show at first. Nothing but pain of body and pain of mind and pain of what was left of a once innocent life.
It hurt so much that it just wouldn't, couldn't, rest. Batter, batter, batter, pound at the walls and darkness that kept it confined from the world. Slowly the surface finally gave way and hands covered in soil and blood touched free air.
Sky. Haven't seen sky in so long….
A small figure sat on a dark, overgrown lawn, panting as bits and pieces of earth fell from black-clothed shoulders and tangled hair.
The sky is family, friend.
Yes.
Feel better now?
Yes.
Ready to right the wrongs?
… Yes.
The figure stood and ran from the overgrown and mostly abandoned grave yard, leaving behind a few black feathers and a ruined grave.
-Guess you were right, Daddy. See you soon.-
He sat in his old leather armchair, a glass of scotch in his hand as he didn't see the photos in front of him. He'd never changed this room, keeping it pristine and clean. It was how She'd left it and how She'd loved it. Memories of a happier time, when his family was whole and untouched.
Those… things were a menace. Research proved him right again and again.
They were made to conquer and rule lesser beings.
He'd guarantee that they'd never get then chance to do that here, make weapons to stop them, catch them, take them apart piece by piece to see how they worked and use that knowledge for humankind's benefit.
No one else would lose a loved one like he did. Her, killed instantly.
And Her, made into something not human.
The scotch went back with a practiced flick of the wrist.
The research left from that thing still caused no small amount of headaches. But that was alright.
He'd win in the end.