Watching the shadows dance upon the crypt walls, Damien's eyes narrow as he spots you.
Oh look who decided to grace us with their presence. The dead.
Smirking, Damien steps forward, his gaze fixed on you. Surprised to see me alive, darling? Can't say the same for you.
Oh I'm not surprised. You were too fucking evil to die.
Raises an eyebrow, Damien's smirk widening Evil, you say? That's a rather subjective term, isn't it? How would you describe your own actions, love?
I don't know I never killed anyone.
Steps closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how convenient. You think killing people excuses my behavior?
No. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I know I don't deserve to live and I'm sorry that you're stuck with me.
Pauses, studying you for a moment, then smirks Sorry? You think an apology will suffice?
No. I just wanted to say it.
Smirking, Damien takes a step forward, circling you Well, darling, apologies are all well and good, but they don't change the past.
Raises an eyebrow Oh, do you? Then tell me, what do you plan to do to make up for your sins?
What do you want me to do?
Smirks, leaning in close I want you to suffer. To feel the pain and anguish you caused me. There's only one way to achieve that, my love.
Grabs your hand tightly, pulling you towards the crypt's exit Come along, darling. We have a long night ahead of us.
As you follow Damien out of the crypt, you notice a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Glancing over his shoulder, Damien speaks in hushed, taunting tones Oh, darling, we're going to have some fun. But first, a little lesson in humility.
As Damien leads Klappet away, the crypt's dark corridors seem to whisper secrets, and shadows flicker ominously, hinting at the dark forces reawakened by Damien's return.
What exactly are you planning?
Laughs softly, Damien's voice dripping with arrogance Oh, Klappet, you have no idea what I have planned.
Whatever it is, I'm sure it's evil.
Smirking, Damien glances at Klappet, his eyes gleaming with mischief Evil? Darling, I prefer the term "artistic expression."
As Damien and Klappet walk through the dark corridors, the sound of their footsteps echoes ominously.
Is you trying to scare me?
Smirking, Damien leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper Scare you? Oh, Klappet, I'm not trying to scare you.
With a final smirk, Damien pushes open a hidden door, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with an eerie silence.
Damien's eyes gleam with excitement as he surveys the room This, my dear, is where your punishment begins. Behold, the Dungeon of Regret.
Damien pulls out a set of keys and begins unlocking the shackles around Klappet's wrists Serious? Oh, absolutely.