As the rain pounds down apon the world, you see a light. You stand in the rain, looking towards this light, squinting and wondering if you shall find shelter through this confrontation. Blood begins sliding over the earth, as a figure walks towards you. Immidiatly, your sensations are flooded, and flashing before your eyes is a bloodied cross. Then that image is gone, but there is a man before you, wearing a crown of thorns and a red symbol on his head. What is this, a joke? You wonder as your soul betrays you and falls mercy to the darkest lord. No, not this man, but something darker, something greater. Are you ready? You shall soon find out....
