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We arrive at the Desert and begin heading to Mandela's fortress. We try to avoid combat along the way, as our foes have grown much more powerful. We arrive at the front gate. "Are you ready?" I ask.

"Of course," Twitchy replies, "let's go."

I open the gates. Cultists lunge at us and summon demons. We fight them off best we can, until one of then gets me in the chest, puncturing my lung.

"Brother!" Twitchy yells. I gasp for air. My vision begins to grow hazy. I see Twitchy rush towards me. He opens a healing potion and gives it to me. I feel air return as my wound closes. I get up and slash the cultists with my unbridled rage. After defeating numerous cultists, we finally reach Mandela.

"Who in the circles of Hell are you?" She demands.

"The ones who are gonna kill you," I smirk. I lunge, but she douges with insane speed and stabs me in the thigh. What in the Hell was that? I knew our foes would be stronger, but this, this is insane!

Mandela strikes me with an arcane bolt. It burns my flesh, and saps my strength. I fall to my knees. I struggle to get up, but I can't muster the strength.

"Stay away from my brother!" Twitchy yells. He leaps at Mandela, and strikes him in mid air. He closes his eyes. No! By the Heavens no! Twitchy!

I feel only rage. I see red. I see only Mandela, my enemy. I hear a voice, "yes, use your hatred."

I lunge at Mandela in a blind rage. "Die!" I yell. I slice off her arm, she crys out in pain. "Yes!" I yell, my voice alien to me, "scream! I want to hear you suffer! I want you to die, slowly, painfully, I want to watch the life fade from your eyes!"

I lunge once more. I slice her again and again and again. I beat her into the ground, breaking the floor. She goes limp, blood splatters apon the floor. I keep punching her until her face is a bloody pulp.

"Yes," the voice returns, "use your rage." The voice makes me wonder, what was it that enraged me so? Then I see Twitchy, completely motionless.

"Twitchy wake up!" I yell, rushing to him. Twitchy opens his eyes. He gets back on his feet, a look of concern on his face. "What's wrong Twitchy Witchy?" I ask.

"One," he replies, "I hate that nickname. Two, your evil undoes you."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You're glowing with demonic power," Twitchy replies.

I look at my hand. It glows with an unholy red light...