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Something is different, just not the same. The man in my window, he isn't friendly yet, he isn't mean either.
He does not wish to cause unnecessary harm to anyone, but there are some who need this. I can feel the darkness near me. I can feel how to control it. Unfortunately for me, it is merely internal. I am but a follower, with none of the powers he possesses. Yet, we share the same need.
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It can be torturous in itself, to feel these things day after day, but what is associated with them is incomprehensible. It is a freedom, of sorts, but with power as well, strength you cannot even begin to imagine. I have chosen, like my predecessor, to wear a mask, to mimic his anonymity. Of course, it is a false sense of it, as we pitiful human forms are still bound to the faces we were given, unlike him, but it will do. I have chosen to contrast, and to have a black mask instead of the glaring white. For the darkness is my power, and it will be portrayed as such.
That who they call
Ah, it seems I must be going for there are other matters I must attend to. In the meantime, do not try to search for me, as we both know how that will turn out. This is being relayed through a random server and a proxy address from somewhere in Canada, so it is going to be extremely difficult to track, which I highly suggest you
That is, unless you
Potestate tenebrarum.
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