He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.

That human, he's a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion--nothing less, nothing more

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

...Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch. It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

Look, you didn't fail me. Because you can't fail at the impossible." -Zsadist to Phury