I am your savior I am your taskmaster (Or mistress in this sense) I am your hunter I seek to steal Your precious life To suck the sweet blood from your body I seek only to deliver you To my master down below But whether or not you get there I may never know But your blood is still mine The sweetness of it upon my lips I deliver you from torment I dictate your life I hunt your soul So I might make it my master’s Yes, you are his For eternity. The accompanying story will come on Thursday!
My will! My will! You must find my will! Or live in eternal torment Forever, forever! My will! My will! You must find my will! Or you will die this day! And tomorrow the short story that goes along with this!