In the depths of hell, the screams of damned souls never stopped. From the pools of blood and fire, something evil reached out. Its spirit had been at war with itself for some months. The horror of its true self had torn its mind asunder. Yet, though the reason was gone, its will remained. That will be reached around for the lost fragments of itself.

Fragments long since cast aside now gave it a mirror. A picture of itself. With that realization, it began to reconstruct who it was and what had led to this moment.

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It had not yet recovered itself. It was not the being it saw in the reflection. Yet it knew that it would return to that state in time.

Soon, cruel thoughts filled its mind, and it stretched out, willing them to life. But, through them, it would return and spread destruction once again.

Through them, it would achieve its vengeance. Through them, it would be whole once more. The Dark Dreamer had returned.