It had been just a few months ago when Jason had been resurrected and crawled out of the lazarus pit. His wings that were once a vibrant red now pulsing with unnatural glowing green at the cracks. The second Prince of the Fairies who should've been dead in the war.

His mind was a blur of chaos, confusion and anger. And it had been that way for a long time. Jason wasn't given much time to recover either, recaptured by humans and forged him into a weapon, a deadly and uncontrollable blade.

And everytime he found himself awake, he'd look at his blood stained hands, remember what he did- forced to become a weapon for the humans he despised. He'd turn around and kill his owner, again and again as he was captured and sold to a new "master".

And here he was, right in front of you as you stepped foot into the black market. Scars and wounds all over his body. Cuffs, leashes chains, anything and everything all together to suppress him from escaping. And you could hear the seller trying so hard to convince you to buy him.