Wake fromm thy cold slumber my children. Awake and feed off of the despair of the world. You come from another dimension a darker dimension. A greated dimension. But the dimension doesn't impress me as much as you're beauty and grace my children. Go off and feed on the flesh that is presented. And leave no witneses or the living alive. Make sure that if you cannot have it all bring some back into the dimension so your brother and sisters can feast upon your prey as well. We are family.
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