Pride...
An attribute of conceit.
The mother of ego.
A glorious killer, some might call it.
And its only justification, was possession of something desired by all;
The ability to stand over everything.
Any being with power of others was destined to find their hearts infested with this thing in due time.
And it will faster and grow...
Until it was controlled.
Or it consumed the creature whole.
Carrion had always been above others.
Even before the apocalypse.
As the heir to the Ravenwood family, he had been destined for great things.
Then the world had been destroyed.
Their industries and ports were razed to the ground and the rest of his family was either torn apart, or succumbed to the devilish corruption.
In just a few days, everything that had been built crumbled to the ground.
Madness. Despair. Hatred, Fury.
They burned within him, consuming him slowly.
But that was when he realized.
