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Storyline of Darkstalkers
It's always the same... Waking up begins with scenes of unspeakable violence. The moment I regain consciousness, my mind is overwhelmed by the memories of the crimes I have committed. The nightmare began the moment I laid hands on the cursed sword and armor. I was such a fool. Orin tried to stop me, but I laughed off her concerns. The moment I donned the armor, I could feel its power twisting my soul with evil... It was all I could do to tell Orin to run. The cursed armor was real... and no one knew that better than I did now.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!" That awful laughter filled my ears. The armor had gained awareness, and was speaking to me. It filled me with a cold sensation, and no matter how hard I tried to deafen my ears, or how tight I closed my eyes, the spirit of the armor mercilessly cut into my very soul...

"Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Give me more blood!!" Orin... where are you now? I hope you are safe... and I hope you never show yourself to me. If I saw you now, I would no doubt cut you down with a smile on my face. That is the one thing I must not allow to happen.

My vision quickly went from blood red to pitch black as I felt my consciousness slip away. As I fell into the silent darkness, the last thing I heard was a chilling and unfamiliar voice. Whatever the voice had to say, it seemed to perk the armor's interest, as I felt my body shake with laughter...

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