Rhujen walked silently. Silently as always. Nothing with the exception of hatred dwelling his mind. With each day Rhujen grew his hatred even more. Society, the main cause of the tragic event. Always society the root. The growing corruption striking innocence.
Dark- Kill'em all. Do it. Rhujen... Rhujen...
The loud whispering of Dark was a frantic sound which echoed within the Akalaks mind. Day. Night. Dreams filled with this voice. Would it be easier to let him take control? To simply... abandon all trace of intelligence and be ruled by this primitive force? This brutal existence? A choice each day he considered, each day getting closer to give up.
Rhujen enjoyed the night. Mostly. It enabled him to walk without the need to bestow his eyes on others; it also enabled him a better mind. Less paranoid. Without the need to consider if the people around were enemies.
