"You wish to be made mine little girl?" Alastor asked, his hand coming down to run through her hair.  The smile on his face was serene for only a moment before the hand balled in her hair and tugged back, a sharp, painful jerk.  "You wish to see the darkness up close and personal?  The terror that exists in a place like this?  This is but a start, sweetling.  But you will see more.  Because I will open you up to the terrors that exist within this place."<br/><br/>Alastor forced her closer, banging the tip of him against her lips.  It was teasingly done, and the fire that existed within the man came out through his skin.  A dark, sublime glow began to radiate from him as he continued to watch her.  "What you see in this place will never be unseen.  What you experience in this place can never be erased from your memory.  You'll experience depths of depravity that you never thought possible.  The Night Parade will twist your sanity in ways you could have only imagined."<br/><br/>The glow escaping from beneath his skin, all of it, painted the pictures upon the wall, upon her own skin.  It was as if night fell within that outdoor shower, and only he alone could command the light, as dark as it was.  "We are the masters of the night, creatures that have fed upon humanity since time uncounted.  We are all that is dark, twisted, depraved.  And you, sweet little Lily, will surely be marked as mine for as long as you dare stay within the Night Parade.  So you may witness all that you have dreamt of."  Alastor paused for a few breaths before the last words were whispered out.  "And more."