Dear diary, immortality, immortality is a tricky thing.

Many have tried to thwart death's desires throughout history and a shocking number of people have achieved it myself included.

However, every method has its downfall, an cursed painting to be burned burned a magic crystal to be shattered an inexplicable

weakness to bulbous vegetation.

When I first embraced the darkness, I accepted these sorts of imperfections, thinking them unnecessary evil.

But I have found in Dr. Victor Frankenstein, an uncompromising collaborator, one who pursues not just the path of true immortality, but also the potential for omniscience. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, And romance.

What's that, Dracula?

What's that?

What's that, you say?

We're going to start right where we left things off.

Brother Fylo, you are in the abandoned parish here in the southwest quarter of the singing city of

Loomino.

You were just giving your confession to a mysterious presence.

When a knock at the door interrupted you,

you stepped outside to find a body,

the body of Father Moore, who you were apparently just speaking to on the other side of the wall.

He's a little father less now.

Yeah, that's a good one, Trapp.

I'm more or less. Okay, a sort sort of remix we don't do those a lot

on this show we do just a remake Justin do you want to do some punch up on my joke

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