Weeks passed by. The following pops up on the SHOOT Project App. to those with notifications turned on.
The scene re-materializes yet again at the property, the purchased manor, of The Unholy One- starting from ground level and the view slowly motions up, the moon shining its judgment upon the place- but its radiance could not and will not penetrate the steel coverings upon its windows. This was Spade's manor- his sanctuary.
A roll of blue fog and a transition within the hallowed walls of this morbid fantasy-land- down a long hallway- with only the faint source of light casting its reach.
The feeling was uneasy. The feeling was morbid. The feeling was wrong.
The slow walk through this motion felt like it would go on forever. At that point, deep within those watching this unfold on their SHOOT App- a horrific laughter is heard in etched somewhere deep down in the distant darkness of this corridor- the view stops- all of the candles flickering stopped-- as if some immense ungodly hellish black magic ceased the light-- in the distance were two faint lights close by each other became the only light source.... and it was growing in size.... it was creeping closer and closer and closer.
Until.
Even that ethereal light ceased to exist.
To those watching this- their screens were pitch black- so dark that any light touching their screen was instantly absorbed.
And then.
Then an extreme close-up of the face of the Unholy One appears dramatically out of nowhere, sending those watching in shock. The Darkspade said nothing- just stared. The stare- an uneasy experience and the feeling that he was quite literally piercing through ALL OF YOUR SOULS.....
A voice somewhere, from a woman, perhaps it was the mirage of a life given form, Abby, the extreme closeup of the face distorts as it spoke to him.
Abby: "You have been called many things, my dear.... dangerous, a monster, sick, some might even say you harness the black arts.... The Void. That is what it is? It describes this all too perfectly does it?"
The Unholy One's face keeps staring at the camera.
Abby: "Where's your kid? You know the one you raised? He die?"
The Unholy One's face keeps staring at the camera.
Abby: "I see. You can't have an interview if you don't say anything."
The Unholy One's face keeps staring at the camera.
Abby: "Oh. I know. Her."
The Unholy One's face keeps staring at the camera, a twitch.
Abby: "She's the talk of the town... So why didn't ya say anything?"
The Unholy One's face keeps staring at the camera.
Abby: "Hello are you there?"
The Unholy One's face keeps staring at the camera.
Abby: "You're no fun like this. You need to save them first I suppose."
The Unholy One's left lip curled in slightly. A blink.
Abby: "Well. I guess that's it for this interview fol...."
An interruption followed by an extreme closeup of only his mouth- twisted carnage- he speaks softly and intentionally.
"....You mistake silence for an ending—and my daughter..... no purpose in acknowledging failures. My purpose festers on, and for those who think their fear has passed… The Void breathes, waits, revenge is already on its way."
