It was said that darkness was the primeval home of evils and the source of strange and impossible existences. Those who dwell in dreams of horrors and terrible realities. They were the adversaries to the beings of light and the masters of terrible warfare and slaughter. But now, a forgotten voice is heard from the depths of darkness, one most ancient and greater than the dark ones that came after it. In unison, they sing a melody of ancient goodness when the night was pure and darkness was a form of eternal light. They now beckon to a son of man. He will be their might and sword. He will be their ambassador and great emissary. And he will bring news that are unheard of before throughout all the lands. Now, Night shall rise up and Holy Darkness shall shew forth in infinite abundance. The house long forgotten is now full of guests, and the legends placed in the dark chambers are now being pulled out and read. Horrors of darkness will pass away and a new age, an age of dreams and songs of the divine nocturne, is at hand. And all of these shall come to pass through the acts of the Son of the Night.