Somewhere Inside Your Own Mind…
The Last Words You Heard From Builderman Were Very, Very, Rude. Referring To That You Fainted. He Was Actually Your Last Thing To Purify Your Soul, HATRED. The Other 3, Greed, Solitude, And Fear Was Just Trying To Protect You From It. Too Bad Their Dead Now.
OKAY FAST FOWARD!
Your At The Center of These Gigantic Veins. You Feel Yourself Tremble, Uncontrollably, As You Enter ITS Lair.
You See The Heart, The Beating Is Syncronized With Your Own. You Feel A Chill Run Down Your Spine. The Ghost Potion In Your Pocket Begins To Vibrate. The Heart Unwarps Revealing HATRED.
“Y O U.”
“Y O U R B A C K.”
“THE TURMOIL IN YOUR SOUL.”
“THE TURMOIL IN EVERY SOUL.”
“IS DELIGHTFUL.”
“YOU CARVED THROUGH THEM.”
“PIECE BY PIECE.”
“SEARCHING FOR A WAY OUT”
“AND FOUND NOTHING.”
“YOU LEFT YOURSELF VULNERABLE.”
“AND NOW…”
“NOW YOU’VE GIVEN IN.”
“SO LET YOUR PAIN FLOW.”
“LET THE DARKNESS RISE.”
“FOR I.”
“AM THE SCOURGE OF EVERYONE.”
“THAT YOU CANNOT HIDE.”
You Will Now Have To Fight Hatred Itself. Or Do Your Own Thing.