text: [Themes: horror, grimdark, fantasy, horror]
  
  You grab your gun from the broken tiles, and stumble forward. You hear a howl resonate down the halls. You sigh as you realize they're getting louder. You luck at a nearby door along the hallway, before looking at the gun in your hands.
  
  > Hide
  You grab at the nearest door and open it, finding yourself in a bathroom. You shut the door and press up against it, waiting. You hear the snarls pass the door, and begin counting. When you reach twenty, you listen again, before opening the door and continuing along. It only takes a few minutes before you arrive at the oak doors of Count Grey's room. The wood is splintered, and the lock has been smashed apart. You press your head against the door, listening patiently. You hear no sign of anything inside, so you open the door and walk inside. There's no one inside, and you instead find yourself in his empty chambers. There's no bed, as Count Grey slept in the coffin downstairs. Instead, there's a desk, several wardrobes, chests and drawers of valuable documents and plans. You look around, before immediately finding a scarlet book with simple black writing on the front. You look around briefly, a large part of you still nervous to be in Count Grey's room, before picking it up and opening it.
  
  You begin reading through the book, quickly scanning the pages. Reading's not your strong suit, but you're capable of it. You find the last page, which shows a diagram of the sacrificial pentagram that you were setting up the slaves, like Dasha and the others.
  
  "The procedure is simple. In slitting the throats of four lives and giving their souls to fill the pentagram. Then, the fifth soul is given up to the benefactor, binding his form to that body and infusing it with strength. Either the victim will be utterly consumed or will instead fight off the benefactor and be infused with strength. Either way, runes must be used to ensure the prisoner does not escape. Then, feasting on this victim will infuse us with demonic energies to increase power."
  
  You close the book, thinking. If this is true, you can get to the sacrificial chambers and finish the ritual. This demon, Mammon, might be able to take over and possess you, but if you can fight him, you can gain fantastical powers to allow you to kill Mihrab. Interesting... but very risky.
  
  > complete the ritual
  Fuck it. Every other option you have is death. You'll do it. You grab the book, before you walk past Count Grey's chambers to the main hallway, next to the sacrificial chambers. You press your ear to the door, holding your gun tightly, before peering through the keyhole. After seeing and hearing nothing, you take a deep breath, and push the door open. You step inside, seeing nothing but the four now cold bodies lying around the pentagram filled with blood. You take out the book, looking at the instructions. You skip through the prep work, and find the final stages.
  
  "Get the final victim, and have them bleed into the pentagram. Be careful to avoid death for them."
  
  Avoid death. Yes, that's something you're going to go for.
  
  "Then, chant the incantation listed here. Al..."
  
  Fuck, you have no idea what the chant is. Is it even English? Probably not. It looks like gibberish. You can probably, read it out.
  
  "Then, the demon will enter the victim. Allow their souls to calm and the victor to emerge, before draining their blood from the femoral artery."
  
  Terrific. You draw your knife from your boot, and sigh, stepping over the bleeding corpses and dropping to your knees above the pentagram. You raise your arm, pressing the blade against it and wincing. With a quick slice, your arm is cut open and blood spurts into the diagram. You feel faint, but open the book once more and read aloud.
  
  "Alshshaytanu, wanahn nadeu laka. natlub mink 'an taqbal hadhih alssafinat alty taeish binafsik. Faman lak 'an tafeal kama yahlu laka. nahn la natlub siwaa mmajd wujudikum. Alllah hu almayat."
  
  You wait, staring as your hand goes numb as your crimson ichor fills the pentagram.
  
  "Fuck, I must've fucked it up," you say, standing in the empty room.
  
  "Your pronunciation was wrong, but I understood the gist of it," a voice boomed in your mind, its voice like the scratching of a blade on glass, of tooth on bone, of stone on stone, of metal on metal on metal...
  
  You collapse to the ground, convulsing as demonic energy floods into you. You feel a burning blade stab into your soul as ice cold claws grip on your consciousness, beginning to tear it apart and lead you directly down the path of sanity.
  
  > Attempt to fight
  You roar in pain as you struggle against the being. You writhe and convulse, smacking your head into the bloody grooves that make up the pentagram, breaking your noise and covering your face in blood. You scream loudly, before you feel your body begin shifting. Your eyes burn, your skin begins to peel off, your muscles harden and stretch and morph and your entire form shifts. As your screams grow louder and louder, you feel the entity begin to recede from your mind. It pulls back, leaving your consciousness. You stand, taking a deep breath. You look at your hand, your fingernails having grown and morphed into dagger-like claws. You punch the stone wall, breaking through it with ease. You grin, showing sharp, predatory teeth, and laugh.
  
  > find and kill Mihrab
  You turn, sniffing the air. It's like you just know where to go. You sprint forward, running along the walls and smashing through oak doors. You find Mihrab, covered in blood from what you presume was a fight with a werewolf, hurrying towards the sacrificial chambers. He stops in terror as he stares at you, his eyes widening. You burst forward, smashing your claw into his chest and tearing out his heart, before you tear out his throat with your teeth. You turn, seeing a werewolf staring, half ready to charge and half ready to run. You burst forward, tearing its head off and tossing it down the hall, before bursting forward again. You... "feel" a presence in the shadows, twisting around and pouncing, pinning Alexa against a wall. She stares at you in shock, her lip quivering.
  
  "You're either much, much more intelligent than I thought, or much less so," she says.
  
  She did spare you earlier, you think... than again, she betrayed Count Grey, and could easily betray you.
  
  > kill Alexa
  You grin, before smashing your head into hers repeatedly as you roar. You smash her skull open, before stabbing into it with your new claw and tearing her head open. You toss it to the ground, laughing. You turn, sniffing the air, and burst forward. You tear apart and destroy werewolves with ease, even quickly finding the Alpha as it attempts to rally its troops. You burst forward, grabbing it by the jaw as it howls and tearing its jawbone clean off before smashing it into its skull. You hack open its chest with your claw before tearing its lung out and tossing it aside, before shoving the now dead Albino over.
  
  You look at the blood red moon above you, and feel true power.
  
  > Continue
  Demonic
  
  You stand under the gaze of the bloody moon, just as it disappears over the horizon as the sun rises behind you. The bloody carcasses of werewolves are around you, as you feel the adrenaline begin to stop pumping through you. You feel the first ray of sunlight hit you, but it doesn't burn. No, the real issue isn't the rising sun. It's the falling moon. Without the amplification of your power caused by the blood moon, your body simply isn't able to hold up against the strain of this demonic power. You drop to your knees, before resting your head on the furry carcass of the albino as your heart begins to fail and your body dies.
  
  Rather than the sounds of screaming and the feeling of flames licking your flesh, you hear birds chirp and feel the sun on your face, as you let go of life.