You are not my son

Father...?

Lloyd couldn't deny that he barely gave it any thought. Hell, he didn't even think about what he was going to do, the only thought in his mind being the thought of defeating his father. Rage sought through his veins and into his broken heart as it took over his body.

Lloyd saw red.

He went to Kryptarium prison ignoring his friends, the rage ignored his friends, the rage in him. It made him see red, made his eyes burn, made him do things he never imagined himself doing. It lit fire in him.

"Show yourself" Lloyd was shaking as he took slow steps treading to the center of the prison, he looked around with a little hope in him that his father wasn't here.

"Show yourself, YOUR A COWARD IF YOU DONT SHOW YOUR SELF, A COWARD!" Being a coward was one of the worst things one could be, Lloyd learned that the hard way. Anxiety filled him as he took deep breathes, he was too stubborn to admit he was petrified.

Go, he's not here, run! A little voice said in Lloyds mind, but rage answered no.

"Fathe-" those words tasted bitter in his mouth, it stayed on the tip of his tongue but not voiced, he couldn't bring himself to call that man his father.

"GARMADON!" He shouted, taking a fighting stance as his body trembled.

Your no hero, pathetic. Crossed his mind, and he swallowed nervously.

"You shouldn't have shown your face here today, Lloyd" a cold voice answered, Lloyds heart beat fast like circuits as black and purple spots invaded his vision. The whole room suddenly turned pitch black.

His blood ran cold when he saw two red glowing eyes right In front of him. Two eyes that were once filled with lovingness, those same piercing eyes that are now filled with evil. He felt shivers run down his spine.

"Dad..." Lloyd stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dont call me that" Garmadon's voice was harsh, no caring thoughts in his mind as he punched Lloyds jaw, hard.

"Please, father!, stop" Lloyd squeaked as he gasped, a hand going to his aching jaw. Goosebumps infiltrated his arms and the hair on the back of his neck stood.

"I-" Garmadon struck the boy again on his stomach, catching him by surprise, "have-", he kicked his leg, Lloyd was not ready for this, "No, SON!" his words made Lloyd feel like he got hit by a truck, he collapsed to the floor heaving and panting, feeling a hint of pain everywhere.

Garmadon looked at him, almost with pity. Those cruel eyes gazed at him with a deep frown on his face, seeing the boy he once called his son on the ground.

"Get up" he said, Lloyd had confusion washed all over his face.

"If im going to defeat you, i would like to kick your ass while fighting like i earned it, get up!" Garmadon shoved Lloyd as he scrambled to his feet.

"Let me give you a lesson, son." He grabbed Lloyds neck with both his hands and squeezed. Lloyd screamed, a scream so raw, hinted with so much emotion and feelings, things that his father is really bad at. "I am not your father and i will never be, i would never have such a foolish son" and the last words made Lloyd dizzy, "And let suffering be your teacher" he squeezed even harder as Lloyds face was beginning to pale, he kept kicking and throwing punches at Garmadon but he wouldn't budge.

"YOU ARE A FOOL FOR COMING!" Garmadon threw Lloyd through a wall, leaving him throwing up on the floor and dry heaving. He stabbed Lloyd with a knife and blood oozed from the boys torso making him choke on his own spit.

And that was when Lloyd let rage fully take him in, posses him.

He raged as he got up and grabbed Garmadons shoulders, throwing him on the floor, Lloyd stole the knife from his fathers hand and spiked his abdomen, letting him bleed all over the floor, and Lloyd was ashamed to say he enjoyed it. He was delighted to stab his own father, he was greedy for revenge. The feelings all consumed him and it was agony.

Lloyd looked over to his own torso and suddenly felt the pain of the wound, it was throbbing.

"Pathetic" His father growled as he shoved Lloyd into a wall.

He could hear Kai's voice in the back of his mind and remembered his last words to Lloyd.

"Why are you doing this Lloyd?" Kai asked, voice full of worry.

"I have to! If i dont, then all the damage I caused wouldn't be good damage, just damage"

Kai's heart broke from seeing, hearing his little brother.

"STOP!" Lloyd yelped.

"Harumi was born lucky, YOU WERE LUCKY TO BE BORN, REMEMBER THAT BOY!"Garmadon taunted, and Lloyd felt misery at that.

Garmadon kept kicking Lloyd until he fell to the ground, he clutched the boys arm and twisted it which made him cry out in pain.

And when the punches started, it was the first time Lloyd ever begged for mercy.

"STOP IT, PLEASE!" His scream was full of terror.

"TAKE THIS AS A LESSON!" Garmadon barked.

"I BEG YOU, MAKE IT STOP!" Lloyd was on his knees sobbing from the pain, tears stained his cheeks.

And the Garmadon paused, and looked at him in the eye.

The silence could be cut by a knife, Lloyd looked deep into his fathers vile eyes. There was no kindness in him. His organs, his veins, every part of his body was filled with sins, especially his dishonorable heart.

"You cannot run from your past Lloyd, you have my blood. Your always going to be evil inside of you no matter how much you try to fight it" the man grinned widely like a fox, it made Lloyds stomach turn.

It made him shove his father onto the ground and beat him bloody.

It was like someone was controlling him, controlling his muscles as he slammed his fathers head into the floor.

He blinked, taking deep breathes as he looked at what monstrosity he made.

"Let suffering be your teacher..." Garmadon whispered as he fought to stay conscious, he seized Lloyds forearms and threw him through one, two, many walls. As Lloyd flew through them breaking the bricks it freaking hurt.

Lloyd struggled to keep his eyes opened as he lay limp on the floor, he couldn't breathe.

The boy knew pain, he experienced it very often, but this?, it struck him so hard as he felt pain everywhere. His heart ached, it ached! Especially from seeing his father, he was guilty that he hurt his own dad and found pleasure in it, but a monstrous part of him felt pride.

A gush of blood was coming from his wound and it seeped through his gi making it stain red, blood trickled down his torso and onto the floor. He was in a pool of his own blood, bathed in blood everywhere. He just eased his body and closed his eyes, bleeding out on the floor of a prison. He felt numb as he was consumed in his own thoughts, just numb in his body.

And a part of Lloyd was relieved when he took his last breath.