Getting back to the Dark One... 
Wandering the grounds of the Castle Grischnackh...
A view from inside the Castle... the Count stands by the window, calling the faithful to his side. A melancholy rain beats against the glass pane, and the black ocean swells against jagged rocks. He ponders the delicateness of the exposed white throat, his hand strokes back the hair of his bloodlust.
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I sensed your presence within the confines that particularly cool evening. The feeling was sublime.
Perhaps you were quite safe in the distance you kept. Perhaps I was merely toying with you.
Next time you wander so closely, you may realize a quite different fate.
Make sure your judgement is clear...for there will be no one to hear you...
no hope of rescue...
no possibility of escape...
only absolute devotion until the end of time...
