Darkness. That's all Damian could see. Just darkness. He lifted his hand to look at it but he couldn't even see that. The world was just black.

[color=000000]"You did this, y'know? It's all your fault. You destroyed the world. I don't think you could have screwed up any more than this,"[/color] a demonic sounding voice said.

[color=ed1c24]"H-how? How could I do this?"[/color] Damian asked the voice.

[color=000000]"Because you were scared. You were scared of failing, so you tried to become more powerful. Now you have nothing,"[/color] the voice responded. [color=000000]"Have fun with your self-induced Hell."[/color]

Damian awoke in a cold sweat in his still unfamiliar room and unfamiliar bed. Despite having been attending Ashford Academy for a few weeks now it still felt strange, like it wasn't quite home. Still, it felt more like a home than his real home with his parents. He looked over to the digital clock that sat on his nightstand but saw that it had fallen on the floor and had become unplugged during the middle of the night. Damian must have accidentally used his powers in his sleep and knocked it over. Still dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, the boy walked toward the door and peeked out into the hallway to see if anyone was there. [i]How long did I sleep in? And did we have class today?[/i] [color=ed1c24]"Please don't let me be late if we do,"[/color] he said aloud.