I am lost.

My wings stray further from the light. My feathers shed, falling slower than I. 

It is punishment. To see everything I once had, be an orb of light which continues to get smaller as I fall. I was too high and mighty. I did not truly own anything. I felt powerful. However, I was not humble enough to see that everything around me could be taken away, unable to put any resistance whatsoever.

I reminisce. Once embraced by the light as if I was the centre of the sun. As I lost my way I felt kinship with the moon. Now while I continue to fall, the orb of light is akin to a star; enveloped in darkness only to have a will so strong it pierces through space itself.

I do not have that will.

My mind is weak. Hence why I spiral deeper and deeper into this neverending abyss. Soon, the only thing that I will sense is the night that clouds my mind.

No. 

I apologise, even the night has light which can give it hope. Where there is night, there will eventually be day. While there is night, there will be stars and the moon in the sky. However, for me, I do not have any childish thoughts of hope and optimism; a wish I could only yearn for. 

I fell from the Heavens. I fell further than Hell. I spiral into the deeper abyss:

The Epitome of Shadow, my descent's final destination.

I try to gather control of my senses, trying to rationalise my mind; a still lake remains calm, even if the storm is raging. 

I cannot see. There is only the dark. I cannot feel. It's as if I am in a void, a place where there is nothingness. I do not feel myself falling anymore. It's as if I am floating, somewhat like a lost soul. I cannot smell. There is no sweet-smelling scent nor foul odor. I cannot taste. I open my mouth and breathe in. However, once again, there is nothingness; unable to even feel the air I breathe. I cannot hear. There is merely one sound I can here and it is a silence so loud it could drive you into insanity with long enough exposure. I decide to test my findings. I try to speak.

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I cannot even hear my own voice. It is as if I have been condemned to an eternity of numbing.

I shout.

"----!"

I scream.

"---------------!"

I truly have lost all senses. Soon I may lose all sense.

Why? 

I used to be in the center of the light. I was favoured by it! Why must I trick myself in saying I strayed away from it when I was following my own ideals? Who truly gets to decide what is right and wrong? Morality is so fickle in its nature. What is good to one person may be bad to another. Why would the light favour someone so heavily if it was just going to abandon them so easily? Yes. I was prideful! I was prideful because I had the abilities to match the pride. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong to flaunt the skills I had worked so, so hard for? Wrong enough to put me into the epitome of the shadows? A place where even the greatest leaders become madmen? A place where even light does not pierce through?

I numbed my emotions to defend my mind. However, now the only thing I will ever be able to feel is emotion, overwhelming emotion. Emotions so strong I feel the need to let loose. To shout. To scream. To cry. However, I am unable to. I cannot feel. I cannot hear. What point is there to have a still lake, when the storm I feel is so overbearing? Without even a method to release this excess. Something I must wait to die down. What if it never does? What if this betrayal has permanently fanned the flames of an ember? What if it has started a fire which evolves into one of hellish heritage?

You force me to lose my own senses? You exile me to a place where only nothingness exists? For that I must thank you. I may have lost my senses, however, I have regained something just as great. Overwhelming emotion. A rage which fills me with motivation and desire. A desire to get stronger. A motivation to kill the one who put me in this god-forsaken place, the only one who light favoured more: 

Helios.

Someone who was favoured by the light. Someone who was said to even be the personification of the sun itself. If I was the centre of light, you were the entirety of it. However, even with all this power, you saw my status getting too close for your liking. So you nipped a budding flower before it could bloom. You should be down here with me. If I was cast away for being the embodiment of Pride, you must be the embodiment of Envy. To think the name that I was blessed with would be tarnished by affiliation with the ones had exiled me over trivial pursuit. I must forsake it. If you were scared of the position I held as the one who rose to one of the highest of the heavens and your reasoning to outcast me was my pride. To depict it as one of the greatest sins, then very well; I shall adopt it, a name which will forever remind me of your greatest accomplishment. A name which will forever remind me of my greatest motivation, revenge. Revenge against the ones blinded by envy. Revenge against the ones charmed by greed. Revenge against the ones lustful for power. Revenge against the ones too slothful to aid a weak pleading voice of desperation. Revenge for the ones so cruel and wrathful, not even to wishing to listen to the accused. Heaven is truly the most sinful place, therefore, my name is:

Pride.