Stepping through the archway into infinite darkness was the easiest decision I've ever made, almost as if it wasn't my decision at all. I don’t even know why I’m here, but I've had this calling for as long as I can remember, and to resist it any longer would drive me insane. I feel like this is my only purpose. Stepping forward, I’m plunged into a darkness
so maddening, so excruciating, yet so captivating. I move onward, slowly, with my hand on the smooth stone walls, feeling my way forward.

I can’t tell if it’s incredibly dark, or I have lost my eyesight all together, and as I move further I hear groans of pain and woe, as if from those who weren't as fortunate as I.

A sudden rush of surreal panic overcame me, I could feel a presence, and a sinister one at that. There was an intruder in my mind, an unwelcome guest reading all of my memories, tampering with them, like taking a pen to an ancient manuscript of unimaginable wealth. Within minutes I was dazed, confused, spun around. Where was I? WHO was I? I know nothing, and can only attempt to piece my fragmented mind together.

My only purpose is to move forward.

So I do, or, at least until I feel the presence again. But now it was different, it felt less like an intruder, and more like coming home to a warm, welcoming father.

I fall into his arms, rejoicing our reunion.

I fall to ground, lifeless, as my soul is absorbed into his; The great demon Blehogg.