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I am the Father of Hell, and my eyes burn bright in the Mist. Feel my wrath and hear the scrape of my steely, slashing claws. My teeth are sharp and I am semi-hungry. Don't let the fact that my feet are covered with grave dirt bother you as mine enemies shall ne ....

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.... before beginning upon cocktail fingers and toes. Then pulling off a meaty drumstick, I feed the genitals and the guts to my Children of the Night, giving the young first choice. There is plenty to go around. Often mortals have asked why the wolves follow me and why I allow them to do so. Ours is a symbiotic relationship. I feed them, and they clean up after me. Simple, is it not? One cannot just leave all of those corpses and torn parts afield, now can one? Our relationship has endured for thousands of years and will continue as long as there are men who cower in the darkness, afraid for their mortal souls and of things that go crunch in ....