I screamed at the darkness, but no sound came from my mouth, which had now transformed into a slit within my flat, white head. Praise Him, I chanted within my mind as I ripped away the remaining boards and then peered into an even deeper darkness, a darkness that could only be the darkness of the grave. Within darkness, under the cover of night, my tears gently dripped onto her worn grave. Thank you, for this is the most wonderful gift I could ever have received. With this sight, I collapsed to my knees in praise of the Dark One, and I wept joyous, bloody tears, the blood of the ongoing carnage, which, by the second, was unveiled from within my new, dark, gorgeous face. "Once again, I lift my head high, but this time as an offering to the great gods far above, who in return, chant my name and with this, my spirit leaps for joy within my animated corpse.
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