I just wanted to share a short piece of prose I wrote regarding Dark Flame, Blizzor, and Xufer some time ago:
I’m sitting on the cold, barren cot in the small, dark isolation of my cell. The thick, concrete walls are a sterile white. They were custom engineered to contain my power. Through the narrow slot in the reinforced door, the guard slides in my meal, before quickly pulling his hand away. Although I cannot see him, I can sense his fear. Every now and again, I can hear faint whispers in the rooms beyond the door. I can hear the terror woven into their voices, although I know not what they say.
All those years, the three of us blasting down doors, demanding submission and cooperation from crowds of these sheep, it was never our words, but the power that surged through every fibre of our beings, that silenced all resistance. We had made a life of this, Sig and I; Xuferious was really just along for the ride. It felt good to have control; they feared and respected us and we got what we needed. Not that it was ever really about the money. The world never exactly treated either of us with dignity beforehand. The world had always spat on me; it was cold and miserable but I vowed to be strong. And then fate smiled a twisted smile and laughed at me; it laughed a laugh that sounded of both tragedy and fortune.
Prior to the fated incident, I had always had my books and my brains to rise me above the rest. It was never quite enough. I can still smell the foul stench of booze, I can still feel the glare of hatred from those cold, dark, soulless eyes, and I can still feel the sting of pain from the bruises. I do not weep and I never have, I am not a coward. The only significance any of these cruelties ever had was that they drove me to notoriety and power. When the accident happened, it was as if it had been waiting for me since my ill-fated birth.
The flames had eaten through my flesh, the chemicals had carved through my bones, but so had all that power woven into my body and mind. This was the moment when it had all come to fruition. I was meant to reign. I had met my friend and associate Sig Conley briefly following this event. He too had felt a world that only dealt in cruelty and injustice. We had both wanted to rise above all this pain and demanded respect. Then there was Xuferious. We were not quite sure what he was, but his essence was equally fueled by vengeance and that was all that mattered.
Pain and suffering is a great equalizer; the three of us were the same inside. There was a freedom that I felt when the three of us raided vaults, when forces of security yielded under our might. To think that all those moments would have led us here. Here we sit in reinforced cages that contain our power. Here we sit, imprisoned in the small, dark spaces of our cells. Here we sit, imprisoned in the dark, lonely spaces of our minds. The whole world fears us, but what is it that we really fear most?