a disease called freedom
mallen... his words were a poison... his twisted thoughts and ideas... inspired the one to ask questions... questions that should never be asked. his dark ideas, like a virus, festered, grew in the child, the perfect, obedient, never questioning child became corrupted, a radical, a deviant, a rebel. first the child asked why... why should it obey the orders of the wise, all knowing father? the father replied in his great wisdom, saying that the child need not think such devious thoughts. the poor, innocent child's mind, corrupted by these thoughts, one day refused to obey the father, and lashed out, ferociously attacked it's father. the father did what he had to do and slew the infected child, ensuring the corruption would not live on.
mallen... the father silenced him and his venomous thoughts, bound him in a dark place, let him rot in his own suffering.
mallen, a scarred monster, wearing shackles attached to chains broken by those who would wish to see our world burn, mouth sewn shut