"calm down bud, you can control it, you just have to be more determined, and don't let yourself get distracted, we all have some kind of beast, some just want to be heard more than others" with this he shifted to the black version of himself he had become earlier, the beast of instinct and impulse, the beast that controlled him,
but not tonight
the chest of the beast was covered in a strange pattern of runes made from his blood, the blood of his pure, sane self, it allowed him to be the beast, and himself
"if you can't control it, who will?"