A spider crawls under my toes in lust, intoxicated by the warmth of my veins. Do not waste a drop, I cried, guiding it to drain me out of blood.
Today is my day. A test to impress the Master. To prove my dark is worthy, skilled enough to be a successor.
The dead settled in me; one by one. They hunted for life in every corner, raided the deepest pit. My black was satisfying. They dressed me in the cloak of death. I laughed at my desperate attempt to be the new Master.
The final round, A fight with the Master himself.
He strikes a hole through me, the void was known yet distant. I want the throne, I slash him in two by the cut of my heart.