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is the only true answer.
    Lust with the animals of Sordarrah.
    Be joyful in the anguish of others.
    Life is nothing without Sordarrah.
    Kill the enemies of Sordarrah’s will.
    The Avun-Riah’s blood must feed the altar of Sordarrah.
    Sordarrah shall be reborn.
     
    Priest went on to tell Vain how there had been no further account of the Souls of Sordarrah until they had appeared in Nazi Germany. By this time, Empeth had adopted a closely cropped hairstyle and a stunted square moustache. He’d not aged a day since rising to power in the cult, in fact it had been documented that he’d grown younger. He had managed to nearly conquer the entire world under his guise as leader of the Nazi party.
    “Stop,” commanded Vain. “Now you’re trying to tell me this devil guy who roamed around hundreds of years ago was also Adolph Hitler. Do not try my patience black man. I have almost had my fill of your voodoo bullshit.”
    “I am simply relaying to you what I have been told.”
    “And who told you, Genghis Khan? Julius Caesar perhaps? Or maybe you’ve just been eavesdropping on other people’s thoughts for so long, you can’t tell your own fantasies from theirs,” snarled Vain.
    Priest understood the Dark Man’s disbelief. He had struggled to grasp everything himself until the old Jewish man had made him probe his memories of the war. The Nazi death camps had been established as a means to find the last Avun-Riah, and they had worked all too well. Empeth had discovered that the child–it had been a girl that time–was a Jew. He had relocated the entire cult to Germany, and implanted himself into the Nazi party, not trusting the job to anyone else. Eventually Empeth had disseminated his beliefs into the entire German society, and they had slaughtered millions searching for the girl.
    They had finally located her in the closing stages of the war. Empeth had almost completed the ritual when the girl’s guardian had battled his way into the compound. The ritual complete, Empeth had readied to deliver the final strike, an ebony bladed knife raised high.
    With no other option, the guardian had drawn his gun, and shot the girl through the head, shattering Empeth’s incantations. The young guardian had suffered unimaginable torments for weeks before being allowed to die. Even after death however, Empeth ensured his soul would never know rest, carving the ancient sign of The Four into his skull, expelling his essence and opening the gateway for a new entity to possess his form. With the mark on his soul mirroring the one on his dead body, the man’s spirit would be chained to Sordarrah for eternity.
    Priest knew all too well what they were facing. He had even tried to fight Empeth once. The battle had been decidedly one-sided, Priest only barely escaping with his soul still intact.
    “Dark Man–Vain–I realize this is very difficult for you to believe, but what I am telling you is the truth. The forces you will be confronting are not all human, and you must be made ready to face them. You cannot face them if you don’t comprehend what they really are.”
    “Can they be killed black man?” asked Vain.
    “Yes, but–” began Priest.
    “Then they will die,” vowed the Dark Man.
    * * * *
     
    The only information Priest had on the boy was his first name and the town he had originally come from.
    “Is this it?” Vain stared at the scrap of paper Priest had written the information onto.
    “That is all I know. I am truly sorry.”
    “So, you want me to look for a kid named Sebastian originally from Utah, but now he’s somewhere in New York City. Well that shouldn’t be too hard. I’ll drop him off tomorrow morning. Is nine o’clock okay with you?” Vain sneered mockingly.
    “Your sarcasm isn’t needed, Dark Man. I know what I am asking of you. But I also know you have the resources to accomplish it,” said Priest. “I do have this too.” Priest handed the assassin a weathered photograph of what appeared to be