Where was the pain to distract himself? Where was the duties he was given to keep him busy? Where was his siblings to keep him sane?….

Gone. All gone. He was no longer a deity. No longer a child of spawn. He had no duties given to him after that.

All his siblings left him to rot except for Firebrand, but he rarely sees him. He’s been missing for quite a while. He went to go see The Spawn and never returned afterwards.

After that Ghostwalker took away that curse he has nothing to distract himself from his thoughts. The horrors of his mind.

He had no one to find comfort in. At least no one in his world. He felt like a burden to those around himself and to the Darkheart and Firebrand that find him tolerable.

There he lay on the floor, mumbling out apologies like it was the only word in his dictionary. His talons dug into his arms. It hurt but that’s what he wanted.

He wanted out of his mind, trying to find a way to ground himself. He needed to be alive…right? There was nothing to live for. There was nothing left for him.

His temple was slowly cracking. Slowly falling apart from the ceiling to the floor. Even the animals took notice. They started going away.

He was alone….

Alone again…..

Then a hand was gently caressing his face. It felt cold….

He opened his eyes to see who was there and was stunned. It looked like…Icedagger but- It wasn’t. He was made of snow and ice and gently smiling at him.