Evil is around, it is everywhere including our own city. The shouts of anger, screams of a child, it echoes throughout the night. It bounces off the walls and screeches through the air. I don’t trust you, i don’t trust anyone, not even myself but you must stop the evil. The child of whom I speak lives nearby. Cruelly mocked by those he loves, hurt by those he trusts, evil surrounds him. I speak of the one child this village possesses, the one child hurting, in pain. I hear him every night, the shouting gets louder, the screams get clearer. This is no cold, this is no illness. All evil is manmade and evil surrounds that house. The Purgatorians are close and one is close to them. It must be cleansed and the pain will stop. Beware them, the house is claimed by evil, don’t let them claim you too. Leave me, go save the boy and cleanse the evil from this city.

This is nothing compared to what he will receive once they claim him, you must cleanse him soon, his time is running out. The more darkness he receives, the more closer he is to being one of them. That is where he is destined to be lest something changes, the darkness is growing, the light is fading within his heart. Being filled by that one false promise, that will grow and his time will be cut short, placed into torture and misery. He will vanish, like all the others.

The time in nigh, evil is coming. He is claiming the lives of those who have succumbed to darkness. I shouted my warnings but they fell upon deaf ears no they are paying the price. He is near, they will soon depart this realm and be as one with Purgatory. It is too late to save them, too late to stop the darkness from taking them.