#drafts tomorrow

They had a lot of time to think. Thinking and “voicing” their thoughts was all they’ve really done ever since they escaped the abyss. To ponder and question the things around them. It was all in direct violation-... No. In direct protest to the closest thing Ghost could consider as a father, the pale king. They’ve recieved the king’s brand, something that once was just a means to get into the abyss, then as a birthright, a symbol of them one day usurping the kingdom and making it for the better. But after some... time being a higher being, they have begun to think that this symbol is nothing more than a reminder of their father who had cast them aside like trash. Who took their sibling who had been thought to be best suited to save hollownest, and put them in a position to be severely injured by the radiance. The King ran when his plans failed, leaving his ‘children’ to clean up the mess for him. It wasn’t fair, and now this brand... It felt more like a ugly scar than anything else. 

Their void heart began to beat faster. A unified anger filled up in their chest, screaming to be let out on something... anything. They looked to the nearest wall. Concentrating their anger into a fist, they slammed it into the wall, sending a shock wave of void into it, splitting it into two, moments later crumbling under the extreme might of the vessel.