It’s been three days since Mallory’s disappearance... and something has become of Michael Langdon.
Within an abandoned mine in the middle of a deadened forest, candles light the path, leading to a makeshift circle of candles within the middle of the cavern and a pentagram made of blood; demon's blood. Within the pentagram of demon's blood sits Michael on his knees, naked, dehydrated, malnourished, his strawberry blonde hair unbridled in effect to pure madness, two cuts starting from the bottom of his wrists and reaching to the top of his shoulders. Breathing slowly, heart barely beating, Michael opens his eyes, his sclera shaded in black dread while his iris is a pure, glowing bloodcurdling crimson red. With his dying breathe, Michael whispers his next words with a wicked smile creasing onto his lips. "Ave Satanas."
