Dumu's eyes widened as the female moved upon him. Her dark wings shrouded him into the darkness that was her. He felt something grip him, preventing him from running. Under her wings, pierced by her eyes, he was shrouded into the darkness. This was Rage...the real Rage...the one dubbed Goddess of Rage. This wasn't the one he met before...this was what spawned from what he saw? Did his father have something like this? Has he supressed it deep within? What was happening!?

The words she spoke were almost inaudioable. His mind was roaring the words; "Escape. Run. Get away. Go home. Run. Escape. Flee. Go home. Get away." he couldn't...he could not move, he could not think clearly. Hell, he could not do anything but watch as Rage's darkness took him.

The demon he saw swiped at him, hitting his right arm, barely missing leaving a few slashes upon it. Already it bled, even on his fur was splattered. He let out a yelp of pain, and a snarl to calm it. However, she touched him, for that instant he saw it...the Rage who cried that night. He had misunderstood....this was his fault. All his fault.

When the Goddess moved away, her last words were of the Rage he met first. He laid upon the ground still shaken about what he had seen. His blood soaked the dirt under him, his eyes fixated on his paw before him. His mind was blank and his eyes cold.

A looming figure stood over him. A sound of what could be a sigh rolled above the cub. Next thing Dumu knew, he was picked up and carried away.

What had he done....