Seperated from his love the prince was dragged off to a field with many of his people, those he cared for dearly. The Demon queen that had instigated the attack and finally put an end to their resistance was there. She tore off his blindfold and put on a new one before she had other demons strap him in this jagged armor that stabbed into his flesh with every move. After all this was done she freed his people and gave the prince two large and heavy blades. Abadan was confused, why would she willinging give him a weapon? Even if it was too cumbersome for him to use. That thought was soon answered when mysterious runes appeared on the blades and the ones etched onto his new blind fold. His body moved on its own, he raised the blades up and with strength he did know he could even begin to possess and struck down one of his friends. Abadan could do nothing but watch as his body moved on its own and slaughtered all of those he would call friend. With as much strength as he could muster he managed to cut off one of his own arms to lessen the number of bodies he was adding to the ground he trudged upon. Some of his people managed to escape into the woods, or so he hoped, their fate was unknown to him nor was the fate of his beloved. He could only wonder as his body was forced to roam the forests in search of those to kill against his will. He didn't need to eat, sleep or take care of his body, yet he could feel his dry throat and empty stomach as it ate at him. To him this was a fate worse then death, the only thing keeping him from losing his sanity in this cursed life was the faint hope his love Diala still lived and safe from the queens clutches.