[Golden Organization Hideout.]
Deep within the Golden Organization's hideout, Darkness sat, her body still as a statue as she meditated, restoring and stabilizing her power.
Moment next; Her eyes snapped open.
"How is he?" she asked, her voice a low hum.
Dracula's gaze fell to the floor, his fists clenched. "He is dead."
Darkness rose slowly, a cold, killing intent swirling in her eyes.
"Something isn't right," she muttered, staring at her own hand.
"That little girl shouldn't have so much power. We are in the same Ascendant rank, yet I've fused with two of my darkness spirits' souls... Do I have to find the remaining three before I can destroy Cordelia?! And who the hell is that God who helped them!?"
Her enraged scream filled the room, and a wave of dark energy burst from her, shattering every piece of glass.
"We suffered a huge blow today... but so did they," she said, her voice softening slightly.
