He held the dark book in his trembling hands.
His breathing was shallow, and tears flowed down his mournful face.
The woman he loved was gone... And the young man refused to live in a world without her.
This book, the Dark Prognosticus which had been hidden here for years in this cold, stone chamber, could change that. It would give him the power he needed to find her... Or to ensure that he would not live without her.
He was well aware of the stories and rumors of this book, that many who sought it went completely insane from reading the horrors found inside.
"Blumiere, my son, don't! Even your ancestors could not handle that dark book..."
Blumiere's father cried as he suddenly burst through the door.
Then it wouldn't matter that he was already insane with rage.
"If you open it... There's no telling what might happen!" His father waved his scepter as he attempted to reason with his son.
Blumiere turned and faced his father, the very person that forbade his love, as anger burned inside him.
"I do not care, father! A world without her is empty. A LIFE without her is empty." His voice cracked as he fought the welling tears.
His father recoiled at the sight of his son, his tear-stained face and disheveled black hair framing bloodshot eyes, which were already a deep, scarlet red.
Blumiere turned his back to his father and grasped the book even tighter. He fought his wracking sobs as he turned open the book, before his shaking hands dropped it. With both rage and intense sorrow the young man screamed.
"Speak, Dark Prognosticus! Teach your dark history! I await your command! BLEH HEH HEH! BLECK!"
Blumiere clenched his fists as the powers of the evil tome began to flow through his blood, giving him new energy and strength. Tears no longer poured from his eyes as rage quickly consumed his misery.
"Blumiere... What have you done?" His father asked quietly as the color drained from his face, his entire self trembling at the horrifying sight before him.
Blumiere turned once again, wrath completely consuming his soul as he faced the man who dared come between him and his beloved Timpani.
"Silence!" He screamed at his father.
The true wielder shall use unfathomable power to erase the prophecy's tomb, beginning the path to darkness.
Blumiere read in the Dark Prognosticus, the passage resonating within his sick mind.
"The first prophecy beckons. I will erase every inch... Of this blasted world!"
Blumiere lunged forward at his father, striking him squarely in the face and knocking him to the hard, stone floor.
Quickly Blumiere picked up his father's sapphire scepter, and pressed it to his father's throat, who now lay stunned on the ground.
"Blu-Blumiere! Don't do this! Blumiere!" His father cried out to him as he lay pinned to the ground, the sapphire pressing roughly to his larynx.
"Blumiere is no more! I am Count Bleck! And no one shall stand in my way!"
He raised the staff and summoned enormous amounts of power given to him by the evil tome, causing the sapphire end to crackle with energy.
His father laid there, with fear clearly shown in his eyes. His son lowered the staff and replaced it once more.
"BLEH HEH HEH! BLECK!"
Count Bleck cried as he used the incredible and unfathomable powers of the Dark Prognosticus, destroying that which took away his beloved Timpani.