Part one of term paper
I am the Father of Hell, and my eyes burn bright in the Mist. Feel my wrath and hear the scrape of my steely, slashing claws. My teeth are sharp and I am semi-hungry. Don't let the fact that my feet are covered with grave dirt bother you as mine enemies shall never make it to a graveyard. I am coming, hear my insane laughter echoing off the ...

Part two of term paper
... pack. They know me and follow at my heel to lap up my leavings-- but not too closely-- the Children of The Night. I am the nightmare that all men fear-- the one who prowls the night in wanton lust and desire for hot human flesh. I feast first on dainty tidbits such as freshly plucked eyeballs, colored with fear and aversion. I lick the sauce from the sockets, before beginning upon cocktail fingers and toes. Then pulling off a meaty drumstick, I feed the genitals and the guts to my Children of ...