I'd never felt these types of feelings before. They were a strange combination of anger, hurt and frustration all rolled into one. I stood inside my own fortress trembling with rage. I had just witnessed one of my most feared enemies escaping from Zebul and I had lost my mortal lover Amelia in the same instance. Molock had just finished explaining even more bad news with the revelation that his half-brother, my long-lost son Raum was directly involved in the escape. He stood before me shaking as he waited for my judgment. But instead of exacting a measure of punishment on him, I turned my anger inward and redirected it to the source of my frustration.
