(The site is being a bit buggy, ain't it?)

Blood napalm dripped from Skorn's fangs as he detected and saw the light of a Star Sapphires. Pathetic little beings, always blabbing on about the power of love when their minds are too frail to realize its uselessness. Skorn had experienced first hand the death and failure of love from those who were supposed to love him and each other to no end. His father and brother had killed his mother and then imprisoned him for centuries in the dungeons meant for the worst of criminals.

"Stand down, weakling girl," Skorn spat as he extended the red light around his tail to swat her away from the Sinestro Corps member. 

"You have no business here where the blood of the slaughtered cries out for vengeance. Go back to your puny Care Bears styled planet."