Damnation

A grey mist surrounded him, the world darkened, and was outlined with a pale fire.

His eyes lit up with a furious bloodlust, and he grinned maliciously. “Power…” He said, looking at his glowing hands and grinning even harder, “I love it…”
He then walked out of his house and killed all he met, indiscriminately and without mercy. He laughed with every blow, and desecrated the corpses to perform his debased rituals.
He thought no one could lead a better life than the one he did.

Yet, in time, he started to feel lonely, and scared. “Who am I, to wield this power?” he said to himself, “Who am I, to feel this rage?”
This insecurity only deepened until he could no longer bear it.
Two years after he first summoned the shades, he suddenly sat down in the middle of the path, and cried. He had realized what he had sacrificed, that night he had summoned the shades.

Happiness and fulfillment were no longer available to him, only the chill fury of the grave.
The shades withdrew from his body and whirled about him in a maelstrom of darkness, laughing as he realized his loss.
And so he sobbed, for he was damned.