Prologue

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He paced back and forth around his den, whispered voices filling the room. His pets were getting restless. Their desperate cries pleading for something, anything to do to pass the days. It had been years since his services had been required and even he could admit to being restless.

Soon, he tried to soothe them, his preparations were almost complete. The stage for his game was almost ready, now it was just a matter of picking a victim.

Don't worry little ones, I've prepared a feast for you to enjoy. 

He smiled slowly, sharp fangs flashing in the dim light as his pets rose their voices into eager howls. 

The battle begins soon.


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