Day 4200 of the fifth circle:

 

 As usual, I had to ... every 1600 moons, leave my lands to be able to do the usual liberation of my dark side. This release allows me to keep it calm for another 800 days, and it had to be done outside of my lands because it had an unpredictable result.

 During the previous moon a ceremony had been held, a celebration by which the care of my lands was assigned to the regent in turn, who had obtained my grace and trust. As soon as it was over, I decided it was time to start my march off my land.

 Two days after my departure, I had found a very strange building, at that time, my dark side had already emerged, in each step I took, a trace of pure darkness was implanted, the air around me became thick and unbreathable, Comparable to the fetid stench of death and destruction, my expression had changed to what my physical appearance actually marked.

 Slowly, more as a reassurance than as a precaution, I began to approach that place. A cadaverous smell, like dead bodies plus the blood of the murdered, was calling me, for each step I took, it grew stronger, almost being captured by that smell. But, unlike a normal attraction, my dark side responded in an adaptive way, it had my same abilities and gifts, but he did not hessitates to use them.

 Before reaching the main entrance of the place, he closed his eyes and, after reciting a spell in a language unknown to all beings in those places, began to say 'Fallen beings, deceased beings, beings whose tragic end is only comparable to the torment that you are going through, get up, and free yourself from the chains of eternal sleep, give me your power as I will give you the freedom to walk on this world again' I raised my right hand, which was holding my cobra-staff and I began to hit hard the ground with the bottom tip of it repeatedly. The sound of the blow could be felt for miles, like an electrical storm of curses and agony. The beings that were inside began to notice something horribly wrong in the place: The objects, those that possessed, in some way, traces of the essence of the fallen, began to manifest, as if part of their soul, could never leave that place. They waved unpredictably, they were thrown into the air as if nothing had happened, the scalpels went flying in all directions and embedded themselves in the walls or on any surface that they touched on the spot; even the door, which had suffered friction with some of the bodies, or even their blood, had been locked, locking the beings inside. The house had a life of its own, even the dead in it were beginning to rise.

 From there, a restored female body began to revive, the beings inside suffered a collective panic attack, caused so much by the events that my dark side manipulated their minds, increasing the terror factor that this showed, teaching them like the reanimated bodies, they reacted and attacked each one of the beings, dismembering them part by part. Each being had a different vision of what was happening. In the illusions, the dead began to attack the living, their blood was scattered and covered all ends of the room as well as it gushed from the mutilated bodies at the time of opening their skin, but outside the illusion, they themselves they attacked each other.

 In the illusion, the dead did not show a pattern of attack due to need for food, they showed a pattern of hatred and revenge, dragging their claws over the flesh of the living with disdain, the deformed nails of these left unrecognizable marks. They bit in a comparable way to wild animals defending themselves, but their decrepit teeth and fangs sank so low that when they closed their mouths, they were completely filled with part of the living. A true massacre driven by anger and evil mixed with revenge; torment enough to ask for death, but it never seemed to be obtained.

 In contradiction, out of the illusion, the very few dead opened their eyes and began to rise from their places, they even contemplated the scene of the living mutilating themselves, but without destroying vital points of them, for a short period of time. Then, from within the heads of the dead, a simple call began to resonate, something that urged them to leave the league apart from their own impulses from the place; With clumsy and slow steps, unbalanced due to lack of habit when walking and in turn to reduced quality of their bodies, after the door emitted a sound of unlocking and opening, creaking slowly, they began to mark their way out of the building where my dark side awaited them.

 Once they began to cross the entrance, they observed the moonbeams touching their faces, the gentle night breeze brushing their skin, and the absence of screams and sounds of metal objects being used.

  My dark side received the dead female with open arms, spreading her black raincoat, as a being receiving her peers, or as a master to her lost servants, inviting her to approach and join with him inside her raincoat, and be hugged for a better future under the cloak of night, an invitation impossible to refuse.

  Moments ago, as soon as the dead had passed through the first door, a horrible groan of pain echoed from the throats of the beings, who then simply fell silent and all sounds stopped.