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After continuously being knocked out or injured by his son -no, it was not his son, whatever that thing was it would never be his son. His son was the most pure hearted person on the Earth. No matter how hard this cruel, cruel world stabbed him in the back again, and again, he never sought for revenge. He was always the little sunshine, too good for this world, and despite whatever he had been through, never took it to heart. Never plastered the wounds left behind and kept moving, and that is how they got infected.
The very thing that froze his heart, twisted his mind, was the cold blood running through his and Garmadon's veins.
He had felt that sorrow, anguish, anger for soo long but was still strong enough to refuse the blood thirsty temptations, unlike Garmadon. The pressure has to be released in some way, otherwise it will explode; and that's what happened to his sweet little son.
The creature let out a feral roar filled with pure, pure hatred and rage. Say Garmadon crazy, but he swore that the roars and growls and snarls he had heard all had that eerie anguish and pain tinted in them. The creature never expressed any expressions besides anger and pain. Which was soo messed up in his eyes. He didn't know that someone could break this much and become this twisted.
He couldn't think that right now, he needed to fight, otherwise Ninjago would be-
Something clicked in Garmadon's mind.
The creature found Garmadon and cleared off the rubble he was hiding in.
It clicked, it clicked.
The creature readied it's claws, the energy and destructive power swirling between it's finger tips and ready for a fight.
A fight...
Fighting was never the answer, was it...?
It clicked.
"I cannot fight you, but I can resist you," Garmadon stood up, he dodged to avoid a power-filled claw.
The creature snarled, but something else could be seen in it's fury of twisted emotions... recognition.
"I cannot fight you, but I can resist you," He leapt to avoid another burst of destruction-filled energy.
"I cannot fight you, but I can resist you!"
The creature growled, again in anger and that twisted sorrow became more noticeable.
"I cannot fight you! But I can resist you!"
The creature lunged at him and Garmadon closed his eyes, clearly in anticipation of being ripped to shreds, clawed at, or whatever the creature would do just to get rid of him.
But what he did not expect when he opened his eyes were the sobs emitting from the creature. The silent cries of his son mixed with the distorted voice of the creature.
The creature -no, his son- was there, broken and crying. There were scratches all across his golden armor and many of his dragon scales were broken, his hair covered in ash and rubble, skin full of blisters; but he did not pay any attention to them. For what hurt more than any physical wound was a wound in the heart.
...It was never fair, was it...?