DarkPascal

Jealousy wasn’t a good colour on Pascal. Grander had always known that Pascal was unhappy of his relationship with Tybalt. Sure, Pascal didn’t like being second and of course he did something to solve that issue.

That was normal, since that was exactly what he did everytime Grander was better than him in something. In fact Pascal was smarter and better. But nobody noticed it But what Grander didn’t know was that Pascal would go to such an extent. so he could have a chance to jump in and become Tybalt’s favourite.

Grander had always thought they shared a strong bond. They had grown up together and they acted like brothers. Who knew that one day Pascal would just throw their relationship away in jealousy so he may be first?

That's right, no one did. The young Pascal wouldn't have let jealousy overcome him. The young Pascal would just have shrugged it off and tease Grander about being Tybalt's favourite. That was the Pascal that everyone knew. But as Pascal grew up, he noticed everyone favouring Grander over him. He got jealous and let it rule his life.

He became bitter and cold. No one knew who this Pascal was. Then, he started taking matters into his own hands and made sure to ruin Grander’s life, after all those times Grander excelled and made him look like he was nothing compared to Grander. If he couldn’t be first, no one could. Grander needed to go down once and for all and Pascal had the perfect plan.

Pascal was gleeful that his plan worked perfectly. Now, with grander out of the way, he can finally be tybalt’s number one! He smirked. Grander definitely didn’t think for one moment that he could be trying to get rid of him. He did drop lots of hints that year and he was surprised grander was that blind not to have seen and guessed that pascal was planning something. Cackling, pascal skipped away, his eyes glinting and a maniac grin on his face.

"Pascal had always been curious. Curious about the world around him, and the strange creatures that inhabited it. Tybalt encouraged his fascinations, but never seemed to blink when he brought home half-dead animals, or got caught tearing off a butterfly’s wings. he seemed somewhat at a loss on how to handle their hatchling’s odd tendencies, and chalked it up to ‘just a phase’.It was not ‘just a phase’. And with Tybalt unable to counsel him on his unusual urges, Pascal grew up believing that everyone felt the same way. He quickly learned that was not the case, when he was kicked out of Adore’s lab for ‘unauthorised entry into the mortuary’.He spat their names. Other dragons might have forgiven and forgotten, but not Pascal. He swore revenge upon Adore’s minions, preferably in flames and anguish, and set off to find his own home.And he found it. A demon named Darker, who opened the doors of his castle to this fellow connoisseur of the macabre.If you asked him, Pascal wouldn’t see anything wrong with what he was doing. To him, there was no difference between studying a model of a heart, and ripping it out of some poor animal. Well, except that one was much fresher, and therefore of superior quality.Did he have a reason for all this? Did some family member abuse him in his infancy? Had he witnessed death and never gotten over it? Was it mere fascination with the dragon body?Sometimes, evil doesn’t have a motive. It just is."

Pascal wanted many things. Some of the objects he lusted after were reasonable and easy enough to obtain. That rare seashell from the bottom of the Sea of a Thousand Currents had been his latest acquisition to his hoard. He paced across his room. Neglected on the top of his treasure chest was the seashell. It glowed with a light that couldn’t be explained. In the lamplight the supernatural glow of the shell wasn’t visible. Pascal ignored the mesmerizing gleam of his newest treasure. Despite the hard work it had taken to get that particular treasure, it had done nothing to sate his bottomless need for Tybalt’s approval. Grander, stupid Grander, had brought the clan a common mystical orb from Starfall Isles. Tybalt had showered Pascal's brother in praise! While his priceless offering had been given no notice! It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right! He deserved better! Like a whisper, the thoughts came to his mind. Yes, he did deserve better. Between him and Grander, he had brought back more. Why shouldn’t he receive more of Tybalt’s love and attention? Prove it! Make your brother suffer for stealing what is rightfully yours! Do it! Fangs flashed in the lamplight. Pascal left his room, mind full of thoughts of blood and victory. Behind him tiny red eyes within the seashell blinked closed. A soft chuckle went unheard over the sounds of Grander’s blood curling screams. A bright flash of light briefly erupted from the seashell. Gone was the glow, all of the supernatural light had vanished. In seconds the seashell changed. It’s glow was gone, replaced by a crystalline sheen. Pascal was a good owner It decided as it fed off the pain filled screams. Finally it had a home with a dragon that thought like It did.