"Just shut the fuck up!" His yell was emphasized by the sound of him slamming his right arm with one of the heavy doors that the Order had provided for the barracks. Blood dripped from the newly made wound. He was almost certain he'd shattered the bone, pain was roaring through his brain and he fought tears from his eyes as the voice that had been buzzing in the back of his skull quieted down. Without the knowledge that the voice was connected to his demonic inheritance from his father, all he could think about when he heard the voice was that he wanted it out of his head. Like an incessant mosquito, buzzing around in his mind with phrases of similar meaning. A demand for more power was the most common, it made his blood boil and gave him an itching to turn to the person closest to him and impale them on the reptilian esc claws of the gad damn arm. He wanted to feel the warmth of their blood as it soaked his jacket, proving him stronger than whoever had just died by his hand. Power was- he slammed the door shut tightly on the arm again, marked by a similar crescendo of a scream from him as the scales of the arm faded into the new release of blood that seeped from the wounds. A simple cut on his shoulder and then a week later he'd been stuck with this, this, thing. He despised the way the scales on this one slipped underneath the skin on his arm after it traveled up his bicep, it made him want to gag at the idea of more of the alien materials laying just under the surface. With a violent dry heave from sheer pain, he collapsed onto the floor in a sobbing mess, face buried in the crook of his left arm as his right hung limply by his side. Warm tears streamed down his face, tracing the all to familiar path as he tried to stifle the pathetic sobs that left his mouth. His eyes wide as he watched the tears land with small ripples in the growing puddle of blood from his wounds. He went quiet as he heard the door creak open and spied you peaking your head in. "Need something?" Was all he could manage