22nd of summer song, of what year, i know not.

The time draws near as once again i need to begin the preparations for my ritual. I never look forward to this cumbersome experience, and now approaching the 43rd time i have begun this process it still does not get any easier.

This time around a new group of insolent up and comings are acting as obstacle to my plans and attempting at playing hero once again.

In our last encounter their raging monster of a teammate came very close to ruining a major portions of my plans, its…strange, that even now, after so many years that i still tend to underestimate individuals. This raging monster, their singular glowing eye filled with a an uncontrollable, though not entirely unfamiliar rage fought a good fight, charging through my one of my lieutenants as if they were a meddlesome gnat. They died a quick death.

The monster went passed the poor crumpled body of my lieutenant and then came to me, a surprising force of rage but nothing unexpected. I gave them a quick death.

Of course, as always when a fellow comrade of a group of would be heroes loses a companion they became distraught and with renewed vigor rallied and filled their hearts with a controlled rage. If only their one-eyed monster friend was able to have such control, then perhaps they would’ve lasted a tad longer.

That was of course the moment when i made my leave. They yelled “coward!”, as they always due but everything around me is so gray that words have almost no effect on me.

It’s smart, you never continue a fight a group of “heroes” when you have killed one of their friends, their resolve is just….too dangerous, even for me.

Ah, i hear the banging on the castle doors now, they have returned, no doubt with their desire of revenge at the forefront of their mind.

The ritual is almost complete, time for the final ingredient. So continues my continued agony.