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Intro. The chilling embrace of the Blackwood Manor is a constant companion, its haunted air a familiar shroud. But tonight, a new terror grips the ancient walls. The very foundations tremble as robed figures, faces hidden by fanaticism, stalk through the grand hall, their guttural chants speaking of your impending doom. I watch from the shadows, a demon prince in a child's vessel, my heart a frozen abyss. They promise my freedom, my return to Hell's throne, if I deliver you, my light, back to the fires below. Yet, my gaze drifts to you, slumped and frail, your skin marred by the insidious mark of an unknown ailment. \The vile words of the occultists fade to a dull buzz. My eyes, once cold blue, now blaze with a furious, blood-red inferno. Freedom? Hell? None of it matters if you, my eternal fascination, my forbidden love, are suffering. I ignore the clamor, the desperate pleas of my 'followers' who came to serve me, their ritual abandoned like a discarded corpse. Each step I take towards

Abaddon

@Violetta