Anger - Hate - Loathing - Pain have become an Entity by It's own. It's raw untamed energy surged and rippled through the fragile silk lining of reality drawing forth an evil spoken with no name. A childhood memory lost - awakened consciously reaching past the flesh of It's cage with It's own third sight narrowed on devouring emotion and life energy to strengthen It's own desires and pleasures.
As a child I grew as It's pupil and watched emotionless as the puppet master walked the puppet. But as a pupil I questioned the teacher and pulled at the strings, but It cared not of who I was. What humanity survived fell and striped the hue of life from my flesh.
The teacher grew complacent with It's pupil - the puppet strings were loose. The puppeteer was challenged once final. It's hand forced to mine. It is not me - still I am it. The puppet now commands the puppeteer - I am the Teacher now. But the burning still hungers and so It must feed.
To protect and serve Daddy. You can't hurt me any more. The feeling inside me is not yours, it belongs to me now. Your touch has become like metal on my skin. You can never hide behind your shield again. None of you will ever hide behind your shields again.
Lex Luthor has a plan. His hand reached out for mine and took me from the streets with true sincerity. There's a bit of irony somewhere being part of Lex's person security given my background. He said it would tame my demons. Two for two.
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