Things were going fantastically. Already, he had a whole town of believers. It had only been a week and four days. Pitch Black was not only impressed, but pleased beyond imagining.
"Frost! Get out of my shadows. We are going home."
Jack was laughing from inside Pitch's shadows and the Boogeyman thrust him out. Pitch thought Manny's light made the boy a pale grey, his teeth look sharper, and there was a glow in his eyes. Pitch looked for Sandy, because the glow was a gold color. He couldn't find Sanderson anywhere. This was looking very bad.
"Frost?" he asked tentatively
"Yes Master?"
Pitch felt his heart sink. No...I was hoping this would not happen. Not to him.
The Boogeyman had many an heir in his long millennia of existing. He would change them, mold them with his element, bend them to his will, then destroy them when they had served their purpose. Only a select few would bare the title of Nightmare Prince/Princess. They were like his children, but totally obedient, if he said stay, they went nowhere.
And now the person who had helped him finally achieve becoming as loved as the Guardians was shackled to him in the same way.
Jack had little choice in the matter. He had obviously become corrupted, and Pitch cursed himself for not remembering to put barriers on his element. Exposure to his sand and shadow had left the boy vulnerable, and the elements had quickly taken him over, changing him from the fun-loving Winter Sprite, to a prince of Nightmares, terrifying and malicious, as Pitch had once been. He was cruel, bitter...frightening.
Worse than the Winter King.
"My daughter is going to kill me."