Nothing permanent, his mind whispered to him as he walked into what passed as a prison in the Sanguine Ruins. SunClanners didn't torture, Quasar knew, even his rage wasn't enough to convince him to completely throw away the values his parents raised them to have. But, to bend his values in the face of his parents' killer, that seemed a little bit different. A touch more permissible. And would it truly be the worst torture if he left no marks, no damage that couldn't be healed? Minus the psychological, of course -- because Quasar would never emotionally recover from the early deaths of his parents, why should he care if Angeldust walked away with any mental issues?
But he was not a monster. Not yet, anyway. He brought very little with him, just a small bag of tools he hurriedly made after his arrival in the Sanguine Ruins. If he had not been rash and reckless about all this, he likely would have more than a half-baked plan with some crudely made instruments. But, if he wasn't reckless, he wouldn't be standing here, ready to do this. Ready to fall into the darkness of his soul.
Spying the form of Angeldust, however the Ruiner had tethered them down, the black jaguar-kitsune made his way over to the form. Golden liquid the consistency of half-baked fudge slid down his eyes and muzzle as Sekhmet's corruption took hold inside him -- but, this time, he welcomed it. He would fall to the darkness within him if it made him better at extracting his revenge. He just wanted to feel better, to feel just a bit like he felt before his world crashed down around him, was that too much to ask?
Attempting to pick up the back of Angeldust's head before slamming the captured creature's face into the ground, the Veilian half-growled, half-hissed his hatred. "Listen real fucking good, because this is the only time I'm going to speak to you tonight. You killed my parents. You stole my life from me before it even begun -- you stole the lives of my siblings! You stole our happiness, our parents, and our trust in SunClan. You betrayed my father. You make a joke out of all of SunClan by walking around the streets after what you've done, hanging off of Levi's arm and giving him princes and princesses with your filthy blood," he snarled, rage distorting his voice as all the pent up rage within him flung out of his throat in an instant. This was his therapy -- this is what he needed, not hugs and kisses from his adopted family or more books than he could ever read in his lifetime. He needed the sweet taste of violence on his tongue and blood between his toes to feel again.
"My sister and I will never forgive or forget you. In turn, you will never forgive or forget me, will you? You will remember my name, Quasar Arcanium, until your death," he continued to snarl, fire hissing and crackling around his teeth as he drew on his power. Licking his teeth, he quickly unwrapped a small package of minuscule glass shards wrapped in paper. He would then attempt to blow the shards of glass into Angeldust's eyes. Not permanent -- treatable, but torture Quasar knew would sting. With every blink the glass shards would be driven deeper into the eyes, but every moment without blinking hellfire all the same.