The clock ticks softly as I slowly pass away. I visit the dark realm once again as I prepare for my known destiny. I now face the Great Fanged Mother as I grow weak from tormented pleasure and secretly masturbate as I view my plans for my dark assassination... I am alone as I slowly slip away. I now sit in my steel room of horrors and red is all around me as the darkness fades in. I embrace it as it smoothly washes over me. I am feared by Satan himself as I ride on a black winged horse into the fired depths of hell.
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