He was a monster. A tortured boy turned into a nightmare. Turned by the demon blood on his veins, by his father, his mother's hatred, his abandonment, his teachings, his nature. He was a monster. Held in the dungeons beneath the cave, Johnathan Morgnstern was chained up. His platinum silver hair hung in front of his face. Blood dripped down his chin, due to the beatings he got regularly, for information or just for the hell of it. The Clave knew all about it, the superiors did, they let it happen. Nothing was too cruel for him. He would just smile. Not even scream or beg like they wanted. He would smile when blood coated his mouth and body. Smile when he couldn't even breath. Smile when they tried to get a reaction out of him. He was a psychopath. He was chained by his wrists from the ceiling and his feet were chained to the floor. His wrists had grown raw from the chains, red and bloody. The room was covered in runes to keep him from getting out of using his demon power. Despite his cold, cruel, and psychopathic nature, he was also broken, twisted. He was made into a monster.