Pandemonium Drive - 01

[19:19:53] Control.

Not so long ago, he prided himself with his ability to help others control themselves. He had always been there to help Loki, to make sure he was in check when he needed to be. Ennis was the nice guy, always sporting a toothy grin. Now?

Now, he was something else entirely. With each passing moment, he felt himself becoming more and more disillusioned with himself. A voice in his head was talking louder than his own thoughts, encouraging him to do what he did best.

Devour, Ennis. Rip them apart!

It beckoned, with each person he passed in the crowded streets of Nostvale. His innate hunger coupled with his recent ailment painted him a monster. Something he had been trying all those years to avoid becoming; something he had trained himself not to be. He was going to be the opposite. He was going to be a savior.

Making his way up the stairs, he was flaring his bloodied teeth. There were bits of flesh in his mouth, but it was hard to determine what from. Blood soaked his imperfect appendage, fusing with the hardened black substance covering his fingers. He set his red eyes upon his father, confused and lost.
(Ennis Kien)