The feeling of the key drenched on my body fills my soul. My key that unlocks the gate to internal hells. My key is your source of life. My key is pure bloodshed from causes. I take blood from my victims in a precautional way. I make sure that they are awake when I begin the ceremony. Tearing at their throats. Showing them their own blood is a fascination of mine. Their eyes would scream in a pleadful way. Begging for death. I use them to purify my gate. To unleash the hells unto us. But... why would I tell you this? Well, after all. I need you to help me rejoice the coming of the gate. You are the last key.
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