The Darkness Descends.
Piotr Rasputin is on his knees, his fingers crunching into the earth of this island on the Siberian lake he's been abducted to. Near his family home.
He has no family left.
He just watched his last cousin die a horrible death, at the hands of a madman he had once killed already. How selfish is he to think that it is some kind of karma he earned in that moment of unrestrained fury so long ago?
He can't think straight now, though, as the pain that felled him is more than emotional trauma, but the presence. Grigori Rasputin's curse on his bloodline - that when only one of his descendants remains, the Mad Monk will return in his full glory. He wants to return, and with each death, his strength multiplies, and he lashes out at those who still remain.
It is excruciating.
He has no family left.
He just watched his last cousin die a horrible death, at the hands of a madman he had once killed already. How selfish is he to think that it is some kind of karma he earned in that moment of unrestrained fury so long ago?
He can't think straight now, though, as the pain that felled him is more than emotional trauma, but the presence. Grigori Rasputin's curse on his bloodline - that when only one of his descendants remains, the Mad Monk will return in his full glory. He wants to return, and with each death, his strength multiplies, and he lashes out at those who still remain.
It is excruciating.