Through the bloodstained eyes and the cast confines, I gaze out to an inferno of rage masked by its own smokey haze. My eyes may be gouged out, and my hearing mostly gone (I can still hear certain frequencies, like heartbeats) but I still refuse to entirely give up. In a nightmare the night before last, I saw Slenderman. Now, I wasn't afraid of Slenderman, I had only really watched PewDiePie play his little game. But when he first appeared, he asked me a simple question. "Do you know why I'm here?" Without much thought, I simply replied: "Because I'm afraid." His answer was yes. It makes me wonder what my true emotions are... I had downloaded most of my original emotions to a game cartridge, which was stolen and hacked into oblivion, before being sold away. My original emotions gone, I felt absolutely nothing for a little while. I forged new emotions, anger, pain, fury and fear were the base, the few of my original emotions left. This agony of a field left bloodied mist in its wake... My old warrior self, was sealed away a long time ago now. But she is so close to breaking out, yet she went insane waiting for my brother Terran to return with the key. He did return, only to attack, to tear her wings away and leave, destroying the key as he did so. I am a lock now.

Eyes plucked out, you bleed through your mouth, try to look at your abdomen, just a gaping hole with a bloody knife stabbed in. Blood everywhere, you rot until you are bare, wings ripped off, just sharp bloody bones of pain remain. Tail torn, they rip until the flesh is gone, just a rotted bone looking like it was disowned. Still loyal you plead and wait, but nobody ever comes for fear of fate. Burns across your back, your spine sticks out with spikes in black, still deadened flesh clings on, your mouth sewn shut and your voice is gone. Blood just barely dribbling past, what little sound you pick up on goes so fast. They take your pelt, your fur is their prize. They take your tails, so many that they sell to thrive. Do you remember, being skinned alive, yet kept awake so you may feel the pain they make? Remember the torture from the past... Skinned alive yet kept awake. Whipped on that very bare flesh, or forced to watch your loved ones die or get forced down your throat alive? They find ones larger than others, forced down their throat they choke and suffer. Break your bones one by one, ripping out the ones that broke the skin. Using those as a weapon to strike, sharp like blades they cut. Forced up your ass, perhaps, point first in a bloodened thrist? Or maybe just strapped down awake and alive while they take out your organs one by one, showing you as you bleed, before forcing them down the throats of some forced to watch? So many ways to torture... Yet these are partial memories. If light is corrupted than I must find a way to tame my darkness... To keep its power calm. Would you like to be curled into a thorned belt, that belt tightened then moved so it cuts deeper and further, your ribs snapped so they peirce you internally? But that is for those afraid of a little pain. Try something like, say, a transformer and a human? Put the human in their mouth and weld it shut tight. Watch as the fear delights, strapped and unable to even move to so much as try to spit them out? I have hidden my bloodlust for so long... Survive torture like this and you can be made strong.

A poem I wrote a while back, it actually does have a small meaning. It is of her. She waited for Terran to come back, he never did, did you Terran, you little Fowlgon... Hakuzo remains my trio master, Tsukos a close second. Why did you do this to her, though...? We were your sister, Terran. I can no longer call you my Astral brother, Terran. Merely my physical brother, nothing more. You answer to the Shadow shards, you cannot be trusted. You strengthened not me, but the seal. You left her to suffer. Now, when she is out, only Hakuzo will be able to control her. Even so, until she fully trusts him again, she will never trust you. All Hakuzo could do, anyway, is direct her of where to cast her bloody torture so others may suffer the agony in the forgotten grounds in which you left her. Her sanity rotted away, She is no nega, she is not my darkness either. She is my old warrior self. You destroyed her, Terran. What you think is your sister, I am an illusion you cast. I do not exist. She does. I am one part of a mind, a lock. You are the one who killed me in my last life, too, and sealed her in the process. Did you forget? She didn't. I did. Because you sealed her with vital memories, so I, being part of a mind, cannot get them. I am not even the true conscience. I don't exist, just an illusion, a lock. Thank you, Terran, for being the one to fully destroy us.