There was one thing that didn’t change. The Darkness. And with the Darkness the creatures that were created by it survived through all the changes, but did not thrive. They were forced to hide from the dangers of man. Hide in the very shadows that created them. Along with these surviving creators was Octavius.
He had been fully taken over by the darkness, and he was now no longer a man but a creature of it. He never aged, never got sick, never hungered, never thirsted. He just existed. He followed with society’s laws, took jobs, learned new languages, made love to women. But he never forgot the key, never forgot his conquest. He knew that one day, he would have his chance once again.
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