The Reflected

So it was done, the fusion of two souls into one. A choice that could have destroyed them both and left this world to be dragged down by the damned. Now it is completed, the risk has paid off. Darkness has been born, thus it shall cover the Earth in its blanket of shadows. To kill the light that never was, and bring forth the opened eyes of those blinded by an illusionary light. For soon they shall see for the first time. This a task written with words that shall consume the true damned, the Holy.

A'catre de viumm, losgordes dem di arte'.
Le sium si victus, Tae serium le treos.
Dem de morte, Le seum vortes deni'm.
Si tores verstat, Mium' di forte sheium.

For the next cycle shall only bring forth a darker night. Thus this soul shall claim the key. For what is hidden shall be found. In dissonance the winds shall howl louder than before. For their master's fury shall know no end. Alas misery shall bear it's form through reflecting shadows and stand witness to the ultimate sin. Mirrors shall shine no reflections as they shatter from the cracks of the dead they enslave. The screams that echo will indeed instill much fear. When it has all come to an end, so to shall fear.

That last mirror that remains unbroken shall show them all the true face of the one they once bowed before. Then death shall take him into the abyss he created. None shall be known as damned again, except for him.