[There's a moment of respite in the midst of the carnage. Creatures breathing their last as they settle into dead weight in a steady trail, an evidence of force gone mad. The Lord Partizan merely straightens himself up, wings spread as the bright shock of eye-shsped patterns against them seem to look - at the brutality, at the result of his aggression, and then at Hector. Hector Hector Hector.

Blood smears against his face, catching against cracks that shouldn't be there - in his jaw, in his fingers, like imperfections of rock eroding away, leaving a stain behind that looks so close to reddened spiderwebs. Framing dark eyes with even darker circles underneath. The eyes on his wings look, and as he turns, the eyes against his chest look and look and-

Then they don't, and it's only him, a firm and unbroken glance void of almost nothing but a cancerous dissatisfaction. A heart drowning in only feelings that drew in darker.]

That's not my name.

Lily only opened my eyes. He gave me the person I wanted most. But... I killed her. I'll kill the rest. It was me. My anger.

...

This is the only place I belong now.