…Shaun drops the bloody knife to the floor and staggers backwards as the sea of red escapes the cuts that the blade of the knife tore. Pulsating rhythms bounce through his veins, pumping squirt after squirt of the warm thick red liquid that keeps his body moving.

“I see the light and give it a name, I whisper the darkness and call, let me be the servant, and you the master!” he spits with passionate angst, before tearing at his torn flesh with his teeth, ripping the cuts further open to bloodier fanfare.

“Hear me FATHER, for I am yours!” he yells as his eyes roll up into the back of his head and he falls backwards towards the dirty floor below him. But instead of hitting the hard floorboards behind him, he falls into a dark thick sea of endless darkness. His eyes widen with terror, and he tries to scream, but this only allows the liquid to force itself in. Then he finds himself standing alone in a void, staring at his doppelgänger, who grins disturbingly.

“F-F-Farther?” he stammers nervously, the grin upon his duplicate’s lips widen and he nods his head in answer.

“A-A-Am I d-dead?”

His doppelgänger nods once again…