You meet in the darkest of dark nights... where your path crosses that of your destiny. You've brought your offering, followed the ancient laws, and are fully aware of what you're about to commit to. You don't see her image, only hear her voice, as you discuss your own future and seal your own fate in with a cold dagger handed to you by... is "it" real? Are you imagining all of this? Or are you promising your life away to a demon older than the Earth itself? You can barely make out an outline.... of the clawed hands that transfer the dagger to yours... of the gruesome face in the depths of ... Show more