So you want to know who I am? What makes me tick? laughs Human, I'm as
old as the forest where they come to escape; and as young as a child,
claimed as my own. I am the one they dance to at night, their soul forever
damned by a signature of blood. I am the one who tempted the priest with the
illusion of happiness. pause You look scared human? Are you beginning to
regret asking me who I am? Are you regretting entering my home? Tough human,
every beginning must have an ending, not even I dare to challenge this.
Now, where was I? Ohhh, yes.

I was the one who corrupted the doctor a soul seeking revenge. I was eager to except it. There is the blackest soul I've yet to meet, cold and dead to the touch, abhorring the light of day and "purity" of love. Body and soul ruthlessly mangled around one burning
purpose: Revenge. A fair trade for his soul, wouldn't you say? I am the
Master, the Prince, the Father, the Tempter of man - the evil influence
smothering you Puritan souls. I am always there, hidden, watching, waiting.
I am the child who throws the rocks, the woman who wished death on a
mother, the mother in whom guilt is plain to see, in the man consumed with
sin; even in your precious priest who gave into my desire. Ah, the whims of
man. Your follies amuse me. The very establishment you built against me
has indeed become a tool of my own.

The congregational animal of hypocrites speaks of light and acts with
darkness. You secretly long for excessive pleasure, and that’s what I give.
But you choose to resist me, even though your hearts are longing. I am
blacker than sin, heavier than guilt. Have you figured it out yet? laughs
wilding - spinning around I am the Black Man you foolish mortals. What's
wrong human? Were you not the one to seek me out? Were you not the one to
come to my forest, my home? Do you wish to dance with me, mortal? All I
need is your soul. Such a small thing, you wont even miss it. Come, be free
forever. Reside in my forest. All I need is one little drop. ( like my intro?)