...so sweet...

...and the epitome of evil, Evil, do you remember that cloaked figure? She wore silks beneath the blackness, behind the shadows. She wore bells at times, and carried a silver blade strapped to the inside of her thigh.

She made sure you knew that when you were there, your head or hips or heart trapped there, that you were close to death, always.

She created.

She demanded.

She distorted and forced and hated and raged... and one escaped. One ran.

And so the hunt began...

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...Evil always wins such hunts.