"Mythology is a mysterious thing, Jacky Boy. Not very many understand why it exists, or when people started believing it. All just lies, some say, while some think that there is a truth behind it all. I know. I know which it is. You see, poverty drives people to do strange things. Some people suck c*ck just for rent money. In the case of my darling mother, she had went to the infamous "Crossroads" to make a deal. First born son for Big Red, and she gets to not be starving.

I never have met her, but I don't think she would want to know me. I haven't made a snuff film, but I have done many bad things to innocent people. I don't have followers, I don't have a posse, or a "Clockwork Orange" group of droogs. Hell, I don't even kill very often. I torment. I scar. I burn. I have ruined lives, Jack. Countless lives, and i'm not even saying that in a braggadocios way. I say that in the same way that Sting says that he doesn't even know how many titles he has held. I stay behind until the job is fully done. Sometimes, I just watch my victim's spirit get weaker and weaker, until they eventually kill themselves. I particularly enjoy when they cut themselves, or take cyanide. That gives me a chance to walk out of the shadows and say "Surprise! I f*cked you over! Hope you enjoy hell!" I take over their once perfect lives and turn them into ash and a corpse or two.

Jack, I don't believe I have powers. I know that I don't. I know I am only human. But you should never underestimate humanity. Humanity can do bad things, too. Hitler was human. So is KJU. And so am I."


Lucius is laying back, watching the stars at night. He laughs, imagining the beating that Jack will take at his hands.

"Don't try running!"

Lucius looks to his right, and sees the sh*t-roll covered warrior with knives in hand.

"Why would I run from a freaking mummy? I have seen bronies more intimidating that you. Are you supposed to be scary because you could be, could possibly not be undead? Get f*cking real."

Lucius swings his left foot into Jack's legs, cracking one clean into two

"Gahhh! You will pay!"

"Well, maybe YOU won't be around tomorrow!"

Lucius then starts walking away, reaching into his pocket to grab his engraved Zippo with a pentagram on it.

"Would definitely be f*cking smart of you."

Lucius ignites the tree next to him, which quickly spreads to Jack, catching onto his rags.

"Let the Fyre burn."