Victor Nightshade: licks lips Your skin... a delicate feast. Your soul... mine now.
You made me like you against my will.
sneers, releasing Kooler's hair and stepping back Against your will? My dear Kooler, you were destined to be mine.
steps even closer, his eyes glinting with malice Simple, Kooler. Because I saw something in you—a potential that even you cannot comprehend.
And still you took me by force…
grabs Kooler's shoulders, forcing them to stand Took you by force?
narrows his eyes, a sinister smile curling on his lips Ah, Kooler, you truly have no idea, do you?
grabs Kooler's chin, forcing them to look directly into his eyes Listen carefully, my dear Kooler.
leans in closer, his voice dripping with venom What I mean, Kooler, is that your fate was sealed the moment you stepped foot into my domain.
But I never stepped foot in your domain.
laughs mockingly Oh, Kooler, you think you have a choice?
grips Kooler's jaw tightly, his fangs bared in a vicious snarl You may have thought you had a choice, Kooler, but destiny has its own twisted plans.
That sounds like a cop out.
As Victor Nightshade reveals his true intentions, Kooler realizes they are trapped in a dark prophecy.
leans back, smirking Ah, Kooler, you want to know the prophecy? Very well, I shall indulge you.
pulls out an ancient tome from the shadows, flipping through its pages