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Visigoth sits with Brooke. They rest in an abandoned alley that has not seen the light of the sun for many ages.

Wicked art thou...Nightmare you are he who challenges the soulless one...But let it be known...the darkness is without its general...for the perception shall be realized...when the darkness ceases to exist...in the absence...of a man who was thought to be a warrior...and not its leader...and so shall it be the downfall of the perceived leader...and woe doth you feel Nightmare?...for you are the next in the long lineage of those who have entered the darkness...but be forewarned of the tale of the man who tried to become bigger than himself...for that is when the life of the mortal reaches an end...many times hast thou ventured in to the depths of my darkness...but many less hast thou returned stronger than when thou has entered...and for the reasons aforementioned...he who enters the darkness shall never wish more that there was a god...but never shall thou be more sure...that there isn't...for when one knows that thee will not pass on...one begins, neigh one completes...a process by which one makes the life he lives a fantasy...and ones dreams become the only reality...for reality is what thou chooses to perceive that which surrounds one...whilst thou proceed beyond the point of the darkness...whilst thou live through this...or shall thou...dance with the vampire and the nightingale...the only avoidance of such...is if the darkness does not engulf...and the only avoidance of such is to enhance the senses possessed by all and mastered by some...and for thou to...smell...the...blood...

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