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Be warned, my children ... one will visit, followed by the destruction of thy mortal soul. A Dark Carnival shall sweep across the land, bringing with it a parade of freaks, destruction and death. A man walks among us ... as a shadow, plagued with destruction, void of light, a horrid reflection of your very own horrid desires, reflecting them back upon you. Brothers and sisters the time has come for the unleashing of ... the arrival of ... the dark Prince of Shangri-La, the master of the art of macabre, arcane and the seemingly forbidden fruit of evil ... Dark Angel.

A crowd raves above in the night club known as Xibulba..better known as the entrance to hell. The sickening horrors that await beneath would terrify most, but it is a safe haven for such psychos as Dark Angel. He stands in his chamber, much like a tomb lit with small torches. Shadows move across the walls and the sound of chains hanging from the ceiling clatter as breezes as cold as the dead blow through the corridors beneath the club. It is there that the DARK ANGEL contemplates his opponents and struggles against his own insanity.

The Dark Angel stands there in the darkness as the sounds of the undead fill the darkness. His hair covers his eyes as he looks down at the cold hard ground that is veiled with darkness and dust.

Dark Angel: Disastrous killings, torturing slaves of mankind. Unknowing they are forsaken by Christ. Victims torn apart and brutally savaged. Pieces of blood dripping flesh for mere human consumption. I'm impelled to kill again. My wild blood demons, the spirits inside me have commanded me to kill. Exploring the innards of the deceased and the urge to devour for my own sick pleasure is my only thirst. Laying down as they are tied to a table,and bashed with my Barbed Wire Bat, I love the sound of ripping flesh. As their blood and guts spills I am reminded of home..hell in all it’s glory. I shall return one day and those that have vanquished the innocent and taken their souls shall be rewarded.

He lifts his hand as we see a bloody Barbed Wire bat. He looks down at it in his bloody grasp as the blood drips to the unseen floor beneath him.

Dark Angel: Follow me into the red water across the river. Follow me to my death and into the old world. Cold dark and misty, built of adobe made of the dead lies a place so wicked. In the world of demons and devils lies the House of Hell. Guarded by spawn, the house is sacred to all. Impassable lava encircles the realm of Hell. The world of the dead where no life dwells! Once you have entered you'll never leave and your blood will boil and your flesh will swell. Skitzo, the corpse eater watches over the realm. In the form of a gargoyle he feasts with his eyes. It is he that reminds me of my venture. It is he that reminds me of my pain. He haunts my mind and taughts my soul….soon I will be slain.

He raises the blade to his lips and licks the sweet blood from the bat. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the taste. He tilts his head back as it oozes down his throat and into his body.

Dark Angel: Out of the depths I come to conquer and devour! There is no question, this is indeed your darkest hour! I brought you famine, pestilence, disease. Tom Murphy You will pay homeage as I bring you to your knees. Hell hath no fury - Now that I walk the earth. I have been waiting for the last 1000 years. As predicted I shall arise out of the darkness and appear. You have ignored my warning and now I shall be forced to decimate all that is you. I am the dark angel, I am the Anti Christ. I am the Lord And Master, to me you'll be a mere sacrifice. Tom Murphy You have evoked my anger, and I'll lay your soul to waste. I can only look upon you with hatred and distaste. The devastation that my coming will leave behind shall haunt your mind. I am the fallen demon, here to bring you pain. I am the darkened master, dare you speak thy name. Your prayers are now so futile, no mercy from above. Your soul cry in anguish, as you awaken in seas of blood. Hell hath no fury, like the fury I shall enslave you under. The only revolution that the crowd shall feel is the chill that runs up their spine as they witness the slaughter of such an egotistical fool named Tom Murphy. As his blood spills on the mat and his body lies dying..there will be no revolution..only the sound of children crying as I raise my Barbed Wire Bat dripping with Tom's blood high in the air.

The Dark Angel roars back in such sinister laughter…when he tilts his head back forward his blackened eyes appear to shine in the torch light. His glare is pure evil and his path is set before him.

Dark Angel: The basement incinerator is where they'll put the head. Hose the floor down and clean the room anywhere that you bled. Into boxes go the bags. Fill the empty spaces with rocks. In the dark of night they will throw what’s left of you off the docks! Tom will rot in the river, never to be found under tons of concrete buried in black mud deep beneath the ground. You have crossed one pyschopathic angel from hell Tom…be ready! You talk of expiration, it is you that have been blinded by your on ego. Your ego shall be the death of you and yet you have proven nothing. You seek gold..and that is all your eyes are fixed on. It is always those that seek such fortune that end up with blood spilling from their throats. You have not paid your dues yet tom, you have barely scratched the surface of Xpwa. Do not continue to underestimate your opponents..for you shall fail. Your ego cannot afford to suffer such a crushing blow. As for myself, you never will come close to defeating me..as you continue to fool yourself and pump up your mind..I have sat back and laughed at you. Your ego is writing checks that you can't cash..and it will be time to pay the devil his due. That debt collector is I..Dark Angel..and I'm coming for you! Beat me on overload? Don't be such a fool...you shall never defeat the Dark Prince from Hell! It is dream to have But I shall shatter it. Consider that scar I shall place upon your face a taste of what I'm coming after. Keep dreaming little boy...it is all you have left!

The Dark Angel continues to stand there hovering above what most people believe is to be a body.

Dark Angel: The highest plateau of human development is awareness of the flesh! I know...I'm highest Dark Angel in the realms of darkness and hell lite corridors! Evil, evil...as the Antichrist, I was a blackened seed. My birth was in the name of evil and all that is Hell. I was baptized the false way in warmth at birth. Upside down and inverted I was drowned in the warm blood of my enemies. I now baptize myself in order to remember my purpose..my desires....

Dark Angel reaches down with his left hand and when he brings it back into the dim torchlight it is filled with warm blood. He wipes it on his face and across his mouth and then holds his fist above his head and let’s go as the warm blood falls on the top of his head.

Dark Angel: This feeble mind speaks of others. He looks past the blood boiled battle that lies before him….what a fool. As he concentrates on his foe that stands aside watching him die. It will be his warm beating heart from his rib cage I will pry.

His blood drenched hair hangs over his eyes as he tilts his head forward.

Dark Angel: As all of the screaming souls in Hell as my witness.. Tom Murphy I will pulverize your pathetic soul in my hellish grasp. Tom, you will feel pain like you have never felt before. Look away all you wish, look towards the future you may never have. Look towards your companion's the firm for hope, for none truly lies before you. The light at the end of the tunnel for you will be the red vapor rising from Hell. You will never walk away from this encounter. It is an encounter that will forever haunt your mind and you will see it in the eyes of all those you gaze upon. Your death is at hand..and your career is in mine. What a fool you are to look the other way..to not take heed of the signs. Sunday Tom your end result will be a DEVIL CUTTER!

The Dark Angel turns his back, he continues to hold the blade in his hands. He looks back over his shoulder before walking away..

Dark Angel: This is far from over you fool…your pain has only begun!Your girlfriend does not want you to get killed by the man from the darkness….boo ####ing hoo! Like me or my Evil Empire gives a shit about that! At the end of overload I will give you something to cry about! You trained like a mad man…you prayed as much as a Priest who has just been convicted of touching his alter boys in the wrong way…You’re ready…congratulations on saying what k-nyne said to me when we met! K-nyne prayed his ass off and trained until he couldn’t train any further…and what’d did that get him? A beating at the hands of the man who stands at the top of our business…ME! Tom…your destiny is in my hands! I control what happens and in the end…I will remain on top of the darkside!

As the Dark Angel turns his head back and walks away he tosses the bloody bat over his shoulder. It echoes as it lands on the cold floor and moves the mist. He back-hands a torch stand and knocks it over as the flames engulf the room..a pale body of a man lies on the floor bound with chains. His mouth and eyes are sewn shut and his skin is sliced in many places. He twitches from the pain that he was “ willing “ to endure.

The wicked laughter of the Dark Angel grows louder and louder in the darkness as he disappears.