You, who so well understand the nature of my soul, shall know- a million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on.. deep into that darkness peering. Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream afore. I shall make a fair trade with you; for I have craved exquisite blood for one too many times. But.. fear not, since I will compensate and I withal posses congruous resources to properly do so.