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Johannes sits crossed legged and naked in front of his mirror, staring into the reflection, looking into his own eyes, boring into his own soul, searching for something…Looking for answers? Looking for clarity?

He slowly lifts his arm to his mouth and bites at the wrist, dark vitae bubbles from the wound yet his eyes never leave his reflection. He grabs at the blood with his free hand and wipes a huge smear across the mirror, darkening the pane with his foul blood.

He forces himself to breathe, pushing air into his atrophied lungs, making him chest move for the first time in years. Gradually he lets the air out onto the mirror, pushing his first breath in years onto the blood.

Slowly he reaches up with his right hand and writes a name using two fingers. Darcy.

“Darcy Blake…I know you can hear me. I’m in your soul now…I want to set it free…I want to set you free. I can offer you so much…Love. You need love don’t you Darcy? I can give you exactly what you need.”

Slowly he carves angel wings into the blood around the name.

“A bloodied angel, dark and majestic…All you need is my love.”

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