I sat in my cell of pain and misery. Is this what the world would be? Where was that beautiful light? Somehow I knew there was something better out there, something... Beautiful.  But nothing I touched could live... Why did I have the power to destroy beauty?  It was horrifying... I was a monster. I had to get help from them. I growled softly, sadness filling me, and at the same time, a horrifying rage. I balled my hands up into fists, striking the wall, shouting in rage, wanting out of my cell. Then, I remembered... I clasped the hinges in both hands, my fingers dissolving and corroding the metal. They fell away under my fingers, turning into a fine coat of dust, and I blasted the door free with a mighty kick. This world was not ready for me. I had to find a cure. Terrified men scrambled back, watching their abomination of alchemy and magic stride out of his cell that he'd sat in for two days. Their creation growled, demanding answers. 

"Where is the cure?" I snarled at them. "Cure me."

"T-there is none! It's not a disease, it's a power!"

"A power, eh? Then let me see it." I reached out, placing my hand flat on his chest, his screams echoing throughout the spacious room as I reached his heart, clasping it in my hands