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Blake sat in a train, there was a festival tonight, and what better place to cause some havoc? It was in the sacred garden, even better... Blake felt a stinging in his mind, and when it subsided he heard; "Tonight, you will start what we will end."... Then it faded away. That voice was terrifying, but not because it was demonic, because of how silky and pleasant it was. It was Satan. Blake had received orders directly from him before, and he hated it every time.

Blake's train stopped. He could see only him and another girl getting off the train and walking towards the gardens. The gate was garbed with vines, as if it was a royal clothing that said; "I'm the king of gates.", Blake scoffed and walked in after the girl. As he passed the flowers on the vines shut, and died. Blake smiled at this. Not so high and mighty now, huh gate? Blake thought o himself. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and continued on deeper into the gardens. The beauty sickened him.