Something went missing for a few years... and that few years I've turned into a monster that relished all that shined and glittered in the stygian blackness of night. I wanted it all, material and life - and got most. I paraded and I snubbed and I sniggered, intoxicated.
A tray, a high ball or ten and a few stemwares with much needed elixirs of my then existence.
My poison envenomed me, a murderous, near sepulchral affair.
So I headed South, in the devil's lair of all places, to confront all of his tools and free myself. If I survived, I thought, it could be a miraculous sign from above that......
