The Demon Prince was snarling like a rabid dog; pacing back and forth in a subtle limp as pain tore open his chest, and burrowed inside his bones like a haunting reminder of what once was. This cavern, his cage, was where he had found himself falling deeper into ruin.

The corpse of his brother, once his only companion, lay discarded at his side, and the prince barely paid it any mind as he continued his aimless circles.

He tore, bit, snarled, and spit fire at every thing that so much as moved; body aching, mind almost akin to a thoughtless beast. The civilization that once was had long been destroyed, with only a sorry shell, and a prince of nothing left behind...

Oh, how it ached, and ached, knawing endlessly at his burning flesh like a starving parasite. The prince almost wanted to beg for something- something to erase the decay of his own flesh. Something to set him free of pain, even for but a moment. Long gone where the times that he felt any sense of purpose, or even simple happiness. Just a hollow ache left in the wake of this ruined world...