Darkchild sits playing with a dying animal on the barren pavement of an old warehouse. The animal squeaks as DC picks the animal up "Soon little one very soon." and with that the animal is engulfed in flames and its cries echoed through the warehouse.
DC stands waiting for the new blood to come and show himself, Darkchild can almost smell the brimestone. A large smile appears on his face while he waits.
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